BRYLES - one shots

mute 2

For Liz & Di

Briar never went back home. Instead, she spends winter break in the confines of Myles' apartment, wrapped up in between his bedsheets to keep warm.

The usually cold and brutal winter that always made their skin numb is now warm to them—skin always accompanied by one another's and feeling more than ever before. And with the mix of never-ending company and the feel of the music that always seems to be playing in his apartment, they couldn't have asked for a better way to start off their relationship.

They never do anything extravagant. They never do anything that could take time away from one another. It's in their simplicity do they find a sense of comfort throughout the festive season. They feel happiest in their own little world, away from everything and everyone, just focusing on them being together without any distractions.

With being so consumed by one another, they've learned more about each other than ever before as they've spent most days watching their favorite movies and baking new recipes they found in Myles' favorite Christmas cookbook and spending the nights cuddled up against one another as Briar somehow finds new things to talk about.

Each day, they fall in love with each other all over again. It's as if their hearts unravel and trap each other in—giving them no means of escape, but neither of them find the need to.

Whenever she spends the night at his apartment, Myles has to spend nearly an hour each morning just to fight her from getting out of bed. It's become a routine, Myles having to pull her from the edge of the bed so that he can cradle her back in his arms while she giggles and mumbles some excuses he doesn't have the energy to listen to.

He just really, really, really loves the feel of her first thing in the morning, especially when the brutal feel of the blistering winds finds its way to his apartment. She's much warmer than usual and her eyes are brighter and always glistened against the sun. Her lips, too, they're always so much fuller somehow that even in his mild awareness, he finds himself kissing them before he finally lets her slip away from the comfort of the sheets.

But this morning—this morning is different.

After a Christmas night filled with passion and inexperienced intimacy, Myles really doesn't want to let her go. He'd much rather feel her uncovered body up against his all morning—soaking each other up and holding one another until the sun sets into the night.

It just sounds so right, to keep each other near and close after giving each other their last bit of innocence. Everything they had to offer one another was taken and used to make them whole, so that's how they should be—together and whole for as long as they possibly can.

But when Myles feels Briar begin to stir her way out of his arms, he knows she has very different plans.

And he's just not having it.

He whimpers in his slumbered state, pulling her back against his chest with eyes half-lidded and breathing still steady. He's holding onto her like never before, refusing to feel her side of the bed empty. He needs her, her, her, anywhere and everywhere as long as it's with him. And despite having every bit of her last night, he hasn't gotten enough and he needs her more.

She giggles softly against his neck, gingerly kissing the exposed skin as her fingers run along his jaw. She can already feel him falling back asleep from her touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at their closeness.

"Mylo, I gotta get up. Y'know me, can't stay in bed once I'm awake."

He groans as he shakes his head, somehow filling up the smallest of empty spaces between them and tucking his head into her shoulder. His nose is right up against her skin and he can smell her usual scent—vanilla and lavender from her usual body wash but much more filthy than usual.