A/N: Prompt fill for tumblr. "FourxOC." I'm playing between first and third person writing styles, trying to see which narration I like more. I ultimately have a few full-length stories in mind but I need to settle into a format first. You can find me on tumblr under the username paradigmflaws. I'm accepting prompts and requests, and I'd love to hear from you!
A sharp inhalation woke me. My eyes blinked open, bleary in the hazy pre-dawn light. The windows to the apartment showed the city beyond, dark and sleeping.
"Hell."
My back arched as I stretched. Pressing myself nearer to Four, my head tilted back against his shoulder. I made a sleepy sound of query, even as I tried to tuck myself against him. I couldn't be bothered to find words. It was much too early.
He groaned. "Your feet," he explained incredulously.
I didn't see the problem. They were tucked between his calves. My toes wiggled, bare against his skin. I let one foot drift higher, briefly, before I shivered and finally gave in. Folding myself against him, I shut my eyes. His words weren't an explanation. I couldn't be bothered to find them.
"They're freezing."
Although now that he mentioned it, my sleepy mind offered, I was cold. It was cold. ..cold? I blinked sleep from my eyes again as I turned my cheek against the pillow. Squinting against the dimness to peer out his windows, I saw the odd light that darkness had when everything was blanketed in snow. It had finally gotten cold enough, then. I shivered at the thought. "I'm freezing," I mumbled blearily, nudging my cheek against his chest.
Four was enviably warm. I curled my feet closer between his legs in an attempt to chase away the bite of winter from my flesh. Trembling slightly, I hitched a shoulder higher to shrug up the blanket from where it had fallen down over my arm.
He sighed. I detected the amusement in it, as he pressed his lips against my forehead. Four's arms wound around me, pressing close against my back as he drew me against his chest. Rolling onto his back so I was draped over him, he drew the blanket up over both of us. The warmth of his body ebbed into mine.
"Go back to sleep," he spoke lowly, his words carrying only inches in the darkness. I rubbed my cheek against his chest.
My eyes were already drifting shut. I was happy to comply.