So, this is much shorter than I'd like, but there's this thing called homework that keeps overwhelming my life, plus still trying to get over the mid-season finale from (technically 1am this morning for me) yesterday.
Also - this story now has more reviews than any of my others, by ten whole reviews - which is a lot for me, so thank you, thank you, thank you so much and have a lovely day and a lovely read.
Oh - this prompt is supposed to be 'Christmas movie', but as always I did my own little thing that has nothing to do with that. Ok. Bye!
It was late evening, when the desire for sustenance overwhelmed her desire for solitude, and had her heading towards the (hopefully empty) large kitchen, when the light caught her attention - emanating from the main living room, a faint blue-ish tinge.
The two shapes were easy to spot, dark lumps lit only with the barest of a glow from the television, a film still playing cheerfully though there was no one left awake to watch it - they were still dressed in their clothes of the day, evidently having begun to watch before falling asleep too soon to finish it.
Sprawled across one half of the sofa, they were almost entwined - Fitz's head lolling backwards against the top of the sofa at an angle that would definitely leave an uncomfortable ache in his neck come morning, Simmons curled up beside him, her head placed peacefully on his shoulder, oblivious to the occasional snore of her partner - and despite the warmth she could almost see around the pair, they still seemed to be shivering slightly in the sharp chill of the evening air that permeated the Bus every evening when they were at however many thousand feet.
She rolled her eyes, a smile appearing and disappearing almost instantly across her lips as she reached behind the sofa, pulling out a large patchwork blanket that no one quite remembered who brought it on board initially, but everyone used, and throwing it haphazardly over the pair, to keep the chill off of them until they woke in the morning.
Heading into the kitchen eventually, she poured herself a cup of coffee before retreating to her bunk - the silence once more prevalent.
And the plane slept on.
Thank you for reading, and please review,
Mia