Sleeping GerIta one-shots

Cuddle

It isn't much – just arms wrapped around his middle when they had previously had a few inches separating them. His heart picks up, then soothes itself as Feliciano gets even closer, connected from their brushing shoulders to their tangled legs. Feliciano's face nuzzles into the space between Ludwig's shoulder blades, a delighted, contented sigh slipping from his lips. His lips, which place the barest of kisses to this spot, that Ludwig can feel burning into his skin even through his tank top.

It is not much. Just a loose, light touch.

But it is full of love. It speaks to the coziness of their position. To the comfort and joy they find in one another. It is a sign of how close they have become, how casually they now share affection.

And Ludwig revels in it all the same, all the more for its small factor in the vast concept.