Pillow Fight - Take 2
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Pillow Fight - Take 2
Eliot sighed. Every night . . . without fail . . . it didn't matter whose bed or if they were in a hotel, didn't matter how many pillows Eliot set on the bed before they settled to sleep . . . Every night without fail, Nate did this. He sighed again.
It started with a shift of Nate's body as he slept, Nate would shift from his back to his side. One arm would reach out searching for Eliot, then the rest of Nate's body would follow it, plastering itself up against Eliot's back and shifting him into whatever position Nate's subconscious seemed to want.
Eliot had tried liberally applying an elbow to deter Nate's insidious encroaching on his space. It never worked. He might get a grunt of disapproval from the sleeping man, but it was no actual deterrent, rather it made matters worse as Nate either pushed him forward and then lay over him, pinning him to the mattress before settling with his head on Eliot's pillow or the alternative was Nate would flail wildly until he managed to trap the errant elbow under his own arm and then shuffle across the bed, shifting until Eliot was balanced precariously on the very edge of the bed in real danger of falling to the floor. Yeah and Eliot had had difficulty explaining that black eye the following morning to Nate, let alone the rest of the team. Seriously there was only so often the rest of the team were going to accept the lesbian bar excuse before they started asking awkward questions.
Eliot had tried swopping pillows while Nate was in the bathroom, in the hope that maybe it was a subconscious scent thing, that if Nate was sleeping on a pillow that smelled like Eliot, maybe he wouldn't need to sleep on the pillow that Eliot was trying to sleep on. And yes, it did feel weird rationalizing that one, even to himself.
Eliot sighed again and let Nate shift up against his back, arm round his waist and pulled close. He closed his eyes and gave up the fight for his own pillow or any semblance of his own space in the bed and finally relaxed, soon falling deeply asleep once he'd given into the inevitable.
There was a slight snuffle that always gave away the moment when Eliot drifted from a doze to a deep restful sleep, the moment when the final tension seemed to ebb and over the months they'd been together Nate had come to recognize the signs.
The first time it had happened had been an accident but although Eliot didn't seem to have realized it yet, he slept better with Nate right up close in his personal space. Nate had realized though . . . he'd been woken by enough of Eliot's nightmares and even by his sleeplessness. Nate knew that so little sleep wasn't good for anyone, and he for one couldn't function like that, so he figured he needed to train Eliot to sleep better and so this discovery had been Heaven sent.
With a smirk as Eliot shifted and let out a light snore, Nate shifted closer, closed his own eyes again as he pressed a tender kiss to the back of Eliot's neck, before settling his own head back onto Eliot's pillow and falling asleep.