A/N: This one is super short, but I liked what I had so far, so I decided to publish it anyways. This chapter is unfinished, and basically just a Sick Fic I don't really plan on continuing without rewriting. What we have so far here is basically just fluffy domestication, so feel free to read what I have. Like I said, I don't plan on continuing this one, but I might rewrite it later on. So, with that said; I hope you enjoy!
He had always hated domestication, as it never really felt truly right with anyone. But now, as he lay in the bed much too large with him encompassed by warm arms that pull him deeply into a broad chest, his own lent clothes of an oversized graphic t-shirt, faded with time and use, it just felt right. Like they had belonged that way. Warmed by a feeling only sleep can bring, he breathed in the scent of tobacco and spices that wafted from the thin, white-tee-shirt that hung just a bit too loosely on broad shoulders.
He yawned, beginning to wiggle and mutter with a light voice for the man to wake up, as he shamefully could not free himself as his swollen, inconveniently small bladder protested. His body ached and he was freezing, although the temperature of his flushed skin told different.
Shivering, he whimpered quietly when he was sure the man was still asleep, shuffling closer to the man who radiated warmth like he was a parasite. "Andy," He groaned, quiet and soft when he tried to wake him with half-hearted threats and insults.
Then he stilled, taking just one small, peaceful moment to just observe. Andy's hair was disheveled and just as sunny as his eyes he hid with so very long eyelashes and peaceful rest. Very lightly freckled cheeks flushed with the warmth of sleep so very fitting for sun-kissed skin shone like stars to him, the sun that truly befitted the man shining through the glass panes.
He frowned, thinking intently of just how deep of sleep Andy was in before he gave into the urge to feel the soft, warm skin that smelled like bitter soap and pine. He would have stayed in that moment forever if not for the sudden pang to his bladder that made him shudder and poke Andy's cheek prickled with stubble until he woke up.
A flushed freckled face radiating heat with its closeness and crystal blue eyes was what he woke up to, eyes blurry and mind fazed with the fog of a deep sleep. Before the man, still half-asleep, can even mutter a greeting, a voice deep and far too gravelly to come from such a small thing spoke in a hushed voice with lidded eyes, as if afraid to break the calm peacefulness that warmed them both. "Move, asshole. I have to piss."
Andy laughed, burying his face into disheveled hair the color of the sun. "You're so warm though." Andy whined with a grin, pulling the doll closer to him after kissing his all-too-warm forehead. With his head tucked underneath Andy's chin, Chucky squirmed and groaned as another sharp pang hit his full bladder, cursing himself and the way he was squirming so eagerly and truly shamelessly. "Andy, I swear to fucking god I will piss right here and now if you do not let me go." He almost growled, hoping to intimidate a man who simply was not afraid of him.
Andy did let him go, when a short whine and a hitch of breath was let out hesitantly, a sound that truly was his weakness. He really had forgotten how small the dolls body really was, and laughed in a way that made Chucky linger for a second longer than his body would allow. Rushing off with legs weak and shaky movements as his body denied the wakefulness it itself had caused.
He had returned to an empty bed with disheveled sheets and the familiar scent of coffee in the air. Tempted to go back to bed, he sighed and found himself to the kitchen, cursing ice-cold tiles as he jumped into a wooden chair at the table with practiced ease, slowly sipping hot coffee that Andy had made just the way he liked it. "Fuck, thank you." He sighed, eyes drooping and body heavy and flushed with the heat of sleep and drowsiness and something he could not quite place.
Dozing off, chucky was startled by the voice much too loud for him in that moment. "Are you alright?" He jumped, looking hazily into intense eyes that looked on him with such concern.
Spaced out and shivering with a little sound of an 'mhm', it took a while for him to fully register the icy cold hand placed gently on upon his forehead, radiating heat and ache just like the rest of his body. Chucky gave an annoyed little grunt, pushing the hand away with little actual effort and muttering something about Andy needing to 'fuck off' and that he was 'perfectly fine'.