Completely unBETA'd, but I wrote this after Tom posted that picture of Pudd spooning, figured I should post it for Harry's birthday! Comments are love! 3
Harry's POV
He pushed backwards into my chest, half asleep. His breath coming out shallowly, barely even disturbing the air around us. The world had seemed to cease to exist around us, it was just me and him together, nobody else. Just the feeling of his skin on mine, our fingers linked over his heart, beating a steadying beat against my hand. Blonde hair tickled gently against my nose, soft and light, getting long now too. I was liking it long, it suited him, then again, everything suited him. He was perfect.
My arm was going numb from laying underneath my body, but I didn't mind. It was worth it to lay with this man, sharing a too-small pillow from the sofa, his warmth radiating onto my chest, tiny fingers squeezing mine, his entire body lining up with mine perfectly. It didn't matter that we were laying on the floor of a dressing room, surrounded by people wandering around us, that there wasn't a blanket covering us, the pillow only just held our heads. None of it, I was just happy to lay here with him, half asleep and feeling so close to my lover.
Dougie's POV
He was so close, so close, and it still wasn't enough. I wanted him closer to me, both of his arms around me, his head on my shoulder, his leg between mine. He could never be close enough to me. I almost wanted to push further into his arms, but I was also scared to disturb this hold. Right now, we were in a divine hold, his hand laying on my chest, under my rucked up shirt, counting my heart beats. My hand was laying on top his, our fingers tangled together, his thumb gently stroking my skin.
I could feel his breathing on my neck, lightly tickling through my hair. His jacket was scratching my arm a bit, but I didn't mind it all, it was just reminding me just how close we really were right now. In the middle of a dressing room before a gig, due on in about an hour, parked in the literal middle of the floor, only a small sofa cushion separating our heads from the floor, no covers over us to keep us warm, only our body heat to share. Anybody could walk in at any moment, see us in this compromising position, and I couldn't bring myself to care.
I was laying with my lover, the person I loved more than anybody else in the world, resting before a show. How cared about a little scratching, or a hard floor, or anybody seeing us? I was happy exactly where I was, I wasn't moving unless I absolutely had to, which was in about... Oh who cared? I just wanted to snuggle closer and feel close and loved and warmth.
So I did, and it was glorious.