They are pressed close and comfortable. This is tight and reassuring, as melded together as two separate bodies can be without hurting, without pushing. What space there is between them is entirely filled, warm, hot love overflowing and flooding these small places with themselves.
They breathe the same air, see the same view – the other, wrapped up in themselves, eternally bound and having it no other way.
They are in love.
They are inseparable.
In the middle of the night, one of them rolls over – it doesn't matter who – and the other follows closely behind, moving and adapting with them.
There is so much love there.
This is bliss. This, held dear to another, so adored that they cannot articulate it except with skin to skin, contact that conveys meaning otherwise lost to expression.
They love each other, and it is so much more than enough.
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Sleeping GerIta one-shots
FanfictionCollection of one-shots centered around GerIta and sleeping/nighttime. Fluff. Pictures (inside and cover) and APH not mine :)
