Culmets Carols

by jackwabbit

A collection of Culmets stories - unrelated and not actually holiday themed (so far). I figured it'd been three years since I'd done an Advent challenge, so here we are again. Let's do this thing. One fic per day until the 24th. Updated as close to daily as possible. Summaries, warnings, etc, at start of each chapter.

18. Typical

Typical

Rated: G
Category: Drabble. Culmets. Domestic Bliss. Comfort.
Season: Any.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: It was always the same, on nights like this.
Note: A sequel of sorts to Mirror Image, but stands alone.

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Hugh slid under the covers as carefully as possible, trying his best not to wake Paul.

But as usual, it didn't work.

Paul hummed a low groan and stirred.

"Shhhh. Go back to sleep, love," murmured Hugh.

And again as usual, that did work. After Paul rolled over, flung out one arm in a welcoming manner, and gently pulled an unresisting Hugh to his chest, he was gone again.

It would take Hugh a while to follow him, which was also typical for nights like this.

But Paul's heartbeat under his head would do the trick eventually.

It always did.