Waking slowly amongst the rumpled covers, the sound of crackling paper and low chuckles drifted into his ears. Rolling over he is confronted by the back of a silvered head. It is bent over something that seems vaguely familiar.
"Miles, why are you sitting on the floor?"
"Because I didn't wish to disturb you, my fantastic knight of dreams!"
"Aaa, ok...your WHAT!?!?"
His head whipped off the pillow to gape at the convulsing man.
"That is what you wished for me to call you, is it not...or perhaps something more along the lines of...wondrous lover in blackest night?" Miles turned to grin wickedly at the flabbergasted Wright.
"Where did you find that?"
"Only beneath five pairs of underwear and an old newspaper. Really Wright, you should hide such things better."
The now upset Phoenix reached for the sheaf of papers in his amused lover's hand.
"That isn't supposed to be read, especially by YOU!"
Miles rose taking the pages out of reach.
"Tsk, tsk", he waggled his finger at Phoenix," it's not fair to hide things from your main character, Especially if its ME!"
Phoenix crawled from the sheets to attempt another rescue. Miles wrapped one arm around him while holding the manuscript above his head. Pulling the frustrated Phoenix close, he smirked.
"Considering WE are your OTP..."