Intro: I love to watch him sleep. After a day when it seems his mind and life run ninety to nothing, it's awesome to see him sleep. Whether I'm in his arms or he's in mine, I love to feel him breathe. Rare are the times that I can figure out what he's dreaming of. Sometimes I hear him whisper my name or moan as if we were making love. There are times when he grabs me closer to him and times when he cries. I love watching him sleep when we sleep in. The sun peeks softly through the curtains and when he wakes up, he asks how long I've been watching him sleep. He knows I've been watching. He always asks, even though he knows the answer. I always shrug and say I don't know, a few minutes maybe. He knows better.
A/N: Here is a set of drabbles. Not sure how many there will be. Each one will be 300 words after the chapter title and summary. I'm not sure what my inspiration for this is. Maybe it will present itself as I write. Multi-crossover.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I think it will remain T all the way through.