if you read the whole thing, this is obviously set early in their relationship, but I'll still say it up here.
70 - "You're warm."
The clock hit 12 AM, but Happy and Toby were still oblivious to the outside world. He held her like she'd never been held before, tender and soft. She had been tense at first. But she quickly realized it was the best feeling in the world.
They'd never done this before. They'd never done the "cuddle" thing before. A month into their relationship, and they'd slept together, they'd made out, they'd held hands, but they'd never done this. They'd never watched a movie and moved their bodies as one. She'd never let him. He'd never pushed her limits. Now, he had her pulled to his chest, her head on his shoulder. She was stiff and taut, but she gradually loosened.
It was calming. It was also fierce, with differing feelings winding their hearts together. Adoration and warmth, hints of awkwardness and unfamiliarity. The latter didn't last terribly long, though.
"You're warm," he mumbled into her hair. Neither of them had spoken for a while. His voice was raspy in the broken silence.
She adjusted her head to peer at him. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"
"What?" He blinked. "No. You're just...you're warm, Hap."
"Are you telling me this as Doctor Boyfriend? Do I have a fever?"
"No, what? No. That's not what I'm aiming for," Toby answered, struggling.
"Well, we both know you're a lousy shot."
He raised an eyebrow, voice softening. "I'm just saying...I've never held you this close before, buttercup. You're warm, that's all."
"Thank you?"
"You're a hundred and ten thousand percent welcome."