AN: Another request! Sorry this took so long to write, I picked up a job and just wow. Sorry for ignoring you for so long Dance Central fandom. This is for 123Error- but I think something happened to your account? Unless that's your name :C Oh well, take this.
It had been our first night together.
And as expected, it was everything I had wanted and more.
Mo was incredible and well, he wore us both out in a jiff.
The night before, we had finished and we hit the mattress, sweaty and panting and fell asleep almost as quickly as we hit the mattress.
We slept soundly through the night, except for my occasional tossing and turning.
When the sunlight seeped in through the curtains and started to illuminate the room, I slowly opened my eyes.
Waking up was not my favourite activity, but then again, when was it anyone's favourite activity?
I let out a soft groan in protest, searching the room for any trace of Mo.
There were clothes strewn in the floor from what I could see, and I recognized them as our own.
I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of the sweatshirt I was wearing- and of course, it was Mo's.
Who would have guessed?
The covers were up to my shoulders and fluffy as ever, and the room was freaking freezing.
I shuddered and looked around again, making sure that I hadn't missed anything the first time.
I heard a slight shift in the covers and was greeted by an odd sensation, to say the least.
I felt something weird and warm against my side, and my first thought was that I had either started sweating there for no reason or I just busted a kidney.
Hopefully neither, and as it turns out, I was wrong both times (thank God, that would have been bad).
I looked over, only to see Mo snuggled against my side.
His head was down, his nose nuzzled into my side with the covers draped around him.
The corners of my lips tugged into a small smile, just looking at him for a moment.
Who would have guessed that he was the cuddly kind of guy?
Not me, that's for sure.
Mo just had something about him that screamed I don't cuddle, but that was obviously false.
I just watched him for a second, feeling his chest rise and fall against my side and feeling his short breaths against the fabric of my sweatshirt.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead, spending just another moment to take all of him in.
He looked so sweet, lying there asleep with his arms lazily tossed around me.
I shook my head slightly and slid out of his arms as quietly and quickly as I could, trying not to disturb him.
Mo let out a groan and rolled over, attempting to find a source of warmth.
I couldn't help but smile as I slipped downstairs to make him breakfast.
Maybe that would get him out of bed.
