Pretty Little Liars Preferences

#63 Sleepy

Ezra: You curl right into his lap like a kitten, letting a yawn slip past your lips every few seconds. He grins, dropping the remote and his arms come to wrap around you. "Tired?" He asks, his cheek rubbing against the top of your head. He loves when you're like this, loves that he's the one you need to help you fall asleep. He spent most nights softly humming to you, tracing your back like you were a fine piece of art. He touched you as if you were the most precious treasure and he was enraptured by you. You nod, the rain beating on the windows an aid to your sleepiness. And to be honest, you'd much rather fall asleep in Ezra's arms than on a cold bed without him next to you. Even though you'd probably be stiff when you woke up, at least you would be in his arms. "You wanna go to bed?" He asked, hands running up and down your back, adding to your drowsiness. He was so warm, so soft in his sweatshirt and sweatpants. "This s'fine," you mumbled against his neck, cuddling in for a long nap. "Sleep baby," he whispered, lips pressing against your temple. He slid further down into the couch, pulling you tight into his embrace which is exactly where you belonged.

Caleb: When he was tired he was needy, which was fine because that meant that he needed you. And you loved that he turned to you in his most vulnerable state. You were the core of who he was and what he wanted, he never let a day go by without telling you that. He threw a pillow onto your lap and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch. "I'm gonna nap," he mumbled, his eyes already shut as he collapsed against you. You grinned, watching him worm his way onto your lap, his hair against your thighs. "I'll wake you for dinner?" You asked, fingers running through his brown hair. It felt like silk under your fingers and you loved how he nuzzled against you. Caleb was very cat like when it came to sleep. He loved to cuddle and pet, his large hands running down your back or tangling in your hair. He needed you to sleep, he needed his arms around you and your lips against his neck. You were his absolute comfort. But sometimes he needed the cuddling like now. He nodded against you, his large hand resting on the top of you knee. "Love you," he breathed out, his chest slowly starting to rise and fall. "I love you too," you murmured, your hands still running through his hair.

Toby: When he's sleepy, the whole world knows. It's impossible to get Toby to do anything when he's tired. He won't get out of bed, he won't put real people clothes on. Which was why Sundays were dubbed 'Sleepy Sunday's' because Toby refused to get out of bed. You weren't allowed to leave either. Sunday was junky dinner night, pizza or Chinese and you sat in bed and ate it, dozing in that blissful sleepy-awake haze. His smoke lips were on your skin and on your back, his eyes on your face. "I think we should change this day into Monday's," he said hoarsely, a little smile tugging at his lips. "Monday is a work day," you said, tapping him on the nose and snuggling closer. The sheets smelt like him, cologne and sex. "Exactly why we should sleep through it, yeah?" He asked, kissing your nose softly. You lived for sleepy sunday's. Lived for this moment where all it was was you and Toby. He lived for it too. This is how he got through his week, thinking about the moments where you curled into him, your lips against his heart. There was something about your skin on his skin and your breath mixed with his that relaxed him in a way that could never be explained, but that was fine because the effect you had on him left him speechless. There could never be a word to describe what he felt when he was near you.

Jason: You often passed out on him, but he didn't mind. All he had to do was run his fingers through your hair a few times and you would melt to him like butter. When he would stop, you'd tickle his sides. "Two kisses for a hair play," he would say, his breath kissing your lips. You'd smirk at him, knowing that Jason would be content to be paid in your kisses for the rest of his life. "Yes sir," you said playfully, kissing his lips as he asked. He knew hair playing was a sure fire way to get you to relax after a long day, but if you were sleepy it was even better. "I'm just gonna sleep for ten minutes, okay?" You said to him, lying down in bed as he watched TV. "Okay, babe," he let you curl into his chest, your small hand pillowed over his heart as his fingers went to work. You sighed, loving the warmth of him, loving the comfort. "Did I tell you how much I love you today?" He asked as he went, his fingers grazing your cheeks and neck. You shook your head and he smiled. Even though you had drifted off, Jason still told you all the reasons he loved you. He didn't think there would ever be an end to the list of reasons why he loved you, and that was fine because as far as he was concerned he had his whole life to tell you.

Mike: You couldn't sing. Nope, not a bit. But somehow that was the only thing that would do to get Mike to sleep. Not that he was a child and needed coddling, but your soft voice always helped relax him. And sometimes he would sing with you, his voice groggy and whisper soft. "Sing," he said, poking you in the stomach. You grinned into the darkness, his head pillowed on your chest. "I can't sing," you knew the look that crossed his face even in the dark. "Please," he ran a few kisses along the swell of your breast and you sighed, loving the feel of his mouth on your skin. "Alright, alright," you did as he asked, a little it of Ed Sheeran filling the room. For Mike, he loved knowing that you were close and that the last thing he would hear before he dozed off was your voice and the last thing he felt would be your hands on his skin. He couldn't help it, you were his biggest weakness but his greatest strength. And being able to fall asleep with you was explainable because you were his safety and his home. He wasn't afraid to tell you that he needed you or that you made him whole. "I love you," he whispered just before he passed out. "I'll love you for my whole life."