/Thank you for all the reviews, they made me very happy! An ending for the story was requested in a couple of reviews, so I tagged on a final chapter. Enjoy/
You know, contrary to popular opinion, I love my sleep.
I may work 16 hour days at the SGC. I may be involved in missions that require me to be alert and active after 36 hours of being awake. But that doesn't mean, when I have the opportunity, that I don't love sinking into the soft blankets and pillows of my bed, and not resurfacing for a good day or two.
Which is why I'm ever so slightly annoyed right now. I seem to have lost most of my pillow, and all of my blanket.
I turn over to give the culprit a swift elbow in the side, and to attempt to drag back my half of the bedclothes. He makes a soft grunting sound, and claws the blanket tighter around himself. I make an exasperated sound directed at him, and realise I'm going to have to go and get the spare blanket from the other room. I've begun to slide towards the edge of the bed when his arms suddenly wrap themselves securely around my waist.
"Where the hell are you going?"
I grin, despite myself. I'm supposed to be annoyed with him and his blanket antics, but that was melted away by the touch of his skin. His voice is thick with sleep and he hasn't yet opened his eyes, but his arms have dragged me back to his side. His movements are slow, languorous, but somehow, he manages to re-wrap me in the blanket and his arms, and he firmly tucks his head into my chest.
"It isn't morning. Sleep is good."
I smile, suddenly feeling waves of happiness spread from my stomach to my toes, and I wrap my arms around his back and shoulders. I'm warm again, and I'm safe, and I'm loved. I don't remember, or I choose not to remember, what it was like being alone. I don't take this for granted, but I'm getting comfortably used to it.
He wriggles gently in his sleep, finding the most comfortable position to spend the next few hours, and I soothe him by stroking his hair. I'm awake now, and I'm not going to be able to re-descend into sleep, but I'll quite happily lie like this with him in my arms, and me in his.
I'm deliriously happy. We wasted an incredible amount of time, we hurt each other ridiculously, but none of that matters now. We have each other. Somehow, we even still have our careers and our team, although the dynamics have changed somewhat. Karma. Payback is a great thing.
He's shifting again, pulling me closer into the warmth of his skin and the blankets. I don't mind. It's amazing how well we fit together. He presses a sleepy kiss to the top of my head and cuddles me tightly, wrapping his legs around mine.
"I know you're awake, but I don't want to move just yet, ok?"
I'm not going anywhere.