Disclaimer: It's... not mine. But, I do own a Sora action figure!1!oneonethree2 ... Wait, no, that was a lie.
Summary: Working late can really get to a guy, especially when the cutest person alive is waiting for him to come home.
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The Art of Sneaking In Late
He was tired. His body ached from the long and tedious work that his boss made him go through; whenever the blond finished one thing, the man gave him another assignment. Cloud abhored overtime, but it was something he had to go through to pay the rent.
The door opened easily, slightly unnerving Cloud. He didn't know why the boy never locked up when he was alone... it was either stupidity or... well, just stupidity.
He sighed.
Remembering to lock the door behind him, the blond shuffled to the hallway closet and silently disposed of his coat and boots. He winced slightly upon hearing the loud thud! the boots made, fearing for his own safety if he woke up. One thing he knew, it wouldn't be pretty.
Taking all the time he could, Cloud lazily walked towards the bedroom, hearing soft snores behind the door. He smiled; Sora really was asleep. Gently, he pushed open the door, making sure to avoid the loose floor board. Satisfied that no annoying creaks broke the silence of the night, the blond continued into the room.
The brunette was sprawled over the comforter, mouth hanging open. Every once in awhile his left hand would twitch and he would murmur unaudiable sentences. It looked as if nothing in the world would wake him... not that anything would want to. The guy was a terror when he woke up.
As quietly as humanly possible, the blond changed out of his work clothes; he was far too tired to take a shower... he could do that first thing in the morning. Or, evantually, anyway. Rummaging through a dresser drawer, Cloud picked out a pair of black boxers... or was it dark blue? purple? It was too dark to tell, and it was sort of a silly thing to be wondering about. Shrugging, Cloud slipped the boxers on before carefully crawling into bed next to the sleeping brunette.
He stroked the boy's cheek softly, and kissed his forehead lightly. Sora shifted, opening an eye slowly. "Mmhm? ... Cloud...?"
"Yes?"
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
"Good night, Cloud."
"G'night."
Smiling, they fell asleep.