Day #2: Cuddling Somewhere

"Stefan?" Julia called out, holding the basket filled nearly over with dirty laundry. It was his turn to do the laundry, but the Norwegian couldn't find him anywhere. After turning her house upside down in an attempt to look for the other blond, she finally managed to find him. Asleep on the couch, the TV on, spewing out the news.

Seeing the bottle of Carlsberg in his hand, half finished, Julia sighed. Figures. Setting the basket of clothes onto the floor quietly, the blonde wandered over to where he slept and took the beer bottle away. Placing it on the coffee table and unfolding one of the blankets folded on the back of the couch and tossed it over his huge frame. Just as she was about to go back to the basket, Julia felt a strong but loose grip at her small wrist. Looking back, at the supposedly sleeping Dane, still keeping his hold on her wrist but not with enough force to break it.

Taking this as a sign by him to stay, Julia looked at the basket and back to the boy. Well, it wouldn't hurt to relax for a little bit, right? Kicking off her sandals, she climbed underneath the blanket and besides him. His hand left her wrist and his arm went around her lithe form. Keeping her in place and close to him, his nose buried in the depths of her hair, breathing her in. The smell of cinnamon with the faint lingering scent of the ocean and vanilla filling his nose and bringing a faint smile to his lips.

Sure, he would most likely get a lecture when they woke up about how lazy he was. But for now, none of that seemed to really matter.