The air was calming and relaxed. Being in the same room as Elliot always made you feel safe and secure, but lying in his arms like this took the cake. So warm and solid, knowing that Elliot would take down anyone who came through that door before they had a chance to hurt you.
In your heavy doze, his fingers running through your hair was quickly lulling you to sleep. Slow, complete movements; surprisingly intimate for someone like Elliot. But he didn’t seem to mind. You miss the small smiles he wears whenever you give a deep sigh on contentment.
Just as you’re about to slip off, his fingers stop. When you grunt and weakly pat his chest, Elliot chuckles. “Sorry, babe.” He mumbles out, and when his fingers continue their movements, you’re immediately back to the precipice of sleep.
