S.N.U.G.G.L.E.S
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Episode:- None
Pairing:- Sandra/Gerry
Rating:- K
Achieve:- . /group/new_tricksff/
Summary:- Sunday snuggles are the perfect way to end the week, they are the perfect way to set my heart soaring ready for another week and they are the thing that keeps going as that week progresses because I know with him at my side and afternoons like this to look forward to I can face anything.
Author's Note:- Short fluffy Mnemonic nothing fancy just a little bit of fun to lighten the evening.
Sunday is my favourite day of the week, it means lazy brunch, cuddles on the sofa, napping in his arms while watching a film, or rather sleeping through it, then dinner cooked by him and the joy of togetherness.
No other day of the week is the same Saturdays are for shopping, going out, doing social things and week days are for work. Every day with him is perfect, don't get me wrong, but Sunday's are our day one I refuse to share.
Until him I hate then, they were the one day of the week that I couldn't fill with distractions, it was the one day that I was regularly haunted by images of him. I'd wake up wishing he was beside me, drift off in the middle of terrible movies imagining his arms around me holding me close and I'd go to bed desperate for the weekend to end so I'd see him again.
"God I don't know why they insist on putting this sort of film on in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. I mean seriously no one treats their girlfriend like that in this day and age. If I sat in a corner and waited for you to wait on me hand and foot you'd tell me were to get off." We're watching some old black and white film that I couldn't even tell you the name of and I'm sure he's right but the part of that statement that really made me feel fantastic is how he refers to me as his girlfriend, as us as a couple and I know it makes me sound like a sappy teenager but I don't care it's how he makes me feel.
"Girlfriends in the 1930's were a little different honey. I mean for a start they were all innocent virgins who were waiting on their boyfriends hand and foot because they couldn't spend their mornings in bed being distracted like I did this morning." Oh I love it when he smiles at me like that, like he's remembering every second of our morning just like I am.
Loving him, making love with him, is the glue that holds my soul together, is the blanker that smoothers the fire of panic that sometimes tries to consume me and it's the star that guides me through my darkest days until I can put those moments behind me and bask in his love for me again.
Every day until the day I die I will be thankful for how it feels to have him holding my hand through everything. He's pulling me close again the film forgotten and we lose ourselves in the sort of slow languid kisses that can only come from complete love and comfort with each other and I love it.
Sunday snuggles are the perfect way to end the week, they are the perfect way to set my heart soaring ready for another week and they are the thing that keeps going as that week progresses because I know with him at my side and afternoons like this to look forward to I can face anything.