by: Laura Boeff
He stirred. A lazy twitch of tired muscles. Barely
a twitch at that even, as hazy thoughts of waking up drifted around his
brain. Just drifted, not settling in with any surety as he lay, breathing
gently, warm, secure. His nose twitched and something familiar, very familiar,
pervaded his near-sleep. Very familiar smell... what was it? Cosmo sniffed,
eyes still closed, body still limp and a slight smile came to his face.
Ace's cologne. That was it, Ace's cologne. Strange,
he didn't usually wear enough of the stuff to really be that noticeable.
Still.... Cosmo sighed and shifted, feeling something silky, infinitely
soft, drag across the back of his neck, brushing at the short hair of his
neck.
Okay, another mystery. Too many now for him to
ignore in the bliss of sleep. With a weary sigh and a slight exhale of
annoyance, Cosmo forced one eye open. Barely. And peeked about. Where,
what? Oh yeah... Slowly, details came back. Very slowly.
Dressing room.
On the road, late show and headaches out the ass with
unfamiliar stage equipment.
He remembered sitting down, well stretching out actually,
in the backstage area. Last thing he remembered in fact. And now.... Cosmo
smiled again, smelling the cologne of his partner. Ace's cape was nestled
warmly around him.
Not the first time he had fallen asleep like this. On
the spot, wherever he was.
Nor the first time Ace had carefully wrapped him in the
black silk, tugging the expanse gently around him. It brought such a feeling
of safety, comfort, to be encased in the folds of the fine fabric. Like
an extension of Ace himself when he could not be about. Protecting while
comforting at the same time. Cosmo chuckled, rolling onto his side, the
black fabric moving with him. Yeah, that was a heck of a lot like Ace!
Very much so.
With a small yawn, Cosmo let his eyes drop back
shut, the smile still on his face as he took another deep breath of the
scented fabric. Safe.. warm... Sleep came again easily and without hesitation
and Cosmo welcomed it, content and secured.