Erik closes the door gently as he enters the room, smiling as he takes in the sleeping figure in the bed. The blankets were flung aside and slender limbs spread out in all directions, managing to take up the majority of the king sized bed. Padding quietly in bare feet, Erik slips into the left side of the bed and tries to get comfortable without waking Charles, pushing one of Charles' legs aside, then lifting one of Charles' arms to rest against his side as he turns to face him. He thinks that he's succeeded when Charles' eyes blearily open with a sleepy "Erik?"
"Hey," Erik says quietly, unable to stop himself from smiling at Charles' slightly hoarse voice and terrible bedhead. "Sorry for waking you."
"I was awake the second you woke in." Charles insisted as he rubbed his eyes. "You think it's that easy to get the drop on me?"
Erik snorted. "Sure, that's why I you were snoring like a freight train."
"Shut up," Charles said, reaching forward to pull Erik into a chaste kiss. "God, I'm tired. Today was a long day."
"You can tell me all about it tomorrow morning" Erik promised, pulling the blanket up around them. "But for now, let's sleep."
"Mmmm." Charles agreed as he snuggled into the warm heat behind him. "Good night."
"Good night," Erik replied. They had gone through a lot in the past couple of years, but he wouldn't change any of it, not if it meant that they could have these quiet little moments together, rich with this feeling of content that he never thought he could have.