"Is it already that late?"
A shiver ran up the Americans spine as the words were spoken after a few hours of just plain, peaceful silence. Jerking back from his video game and pressing pause, Alfred looked over at the man leaning against him. He offered a smile at the Brit, who was reading a novel. A blanket was spread across both of their laps, and Arthur was practically in his lap, as close as he was. Letting out a carefree laugh, Alfred set his controller down and ran a hand through the other man's hair.
"Yeah, it's pretty late. Man, you were just sucked right into that book of yours," Alfred replied, laughing lightly again as he kissed Arthur's forehead. He was rewarded with a blush from the other blonde, which only made him smile even more. With that, Arthur smacked him on the shoulder with his book, half-heartedly, but only curled up even more against him.
There was another bit of silence between the two, but neither of them complained. Arthur rested against Alfred's broad arm, novel slipping out of his hands and onto the space of the couch that was not occupied by the two. Alfred glanced at the Christmas tree in the corner, noting how they had yet to take it down. But it was tradition, to leave it up until around the middle of January. It looked nice, especially during the night and when it was snowing.
After another half hour or so of just that, Alfred was the one to break the silence this time. "Are you tired?" he asked, looking down at his boyfriend.
Shifting, Arthur prodded at Alfred's arm with his finger, sleepily. "Mm…" was his only response, and he gained a laugh from the American. The Brit grumbled a complaint under his breath, but even he did not know what he said. "Yes," he finally mumbled for Alfred to hear, shifting his emerald eyes up to look into sapphire.
The energetic look in Alfred's eyes softened and he hugged Arthur close to his body before standing up, picking Arthur up afterwards, bridal-style. The Englishman did not complain, but hummed in contentment, shifting against his chest to rest his head on his shoulder.
Reaching the bedroom, Alfred set Arthur down on the bed and undressed him, pulling out a set of his nightclothes and dressing him. Arthur did not complain, but he did when Alfred took too long getting redressed himself. The American offered a smile, and switched off the light, crawling into bed and pressing up against Arthur, so that his chest was to the Brit's back—spooning him.
Alfred pulled the covers up to cover their bodies, so as to not risk catching a cold overnight. Muttering a bid of goodnight, Arthur drifted off to sleep, and Alfred was not too far behind, whispering an "I love you" into the other's ear before he fell asleep.
Alfie: I was in a fluffy and cheesy mood. That is all. Finn was out driving through town, and I know she wouldn't write such a thing with me, so I decided to go and do a solo fic.