Sunday, Hope's Houseā¦
Lightning floated in a semi-conscious cloud of feeling. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Surprisingly, she'd slept the night through. She was reluctant to surface further into consciousness than where she was, but the warmth beside her had other ideas.
"Mmm'Light?" A cold nose attached to morning stubble and a shaggy case of bedhead nuzzled her neck where it joined her shoulder. "You 'wake?"
She snuggled deeper into him. "No." She elbowed him when he unsuccessfully stifled a chuckle. "G'back t'sleep, Hope."
"'Kay." Fingers intertwined on the bed in front of them, the two fell back into an easy slumber.
A/N: And with that bit of tooth-rotting fluffiness I call this story-Done. I know the chapters get progressively shorter, but word count never has mattered to me as much as whether a scene felt finished or not. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm moving on to my other stories (FINALLY!), and I'd love to hear what you think of the ones already done. Feel free to PM me or check out my profile to find me elsewhere.
