#(so fond)

It snows in the night, muffling the press of the world beyond their bedroom window and lightening the reach of dawn. Snow catches in the crook of each windowpane but there’s no wind to catch upon the eaves. Nicky is glad for the watchful, grace-filled silence and the absence of a blizzard’s howl, turns from his back to his side and shifts closer to the comforting heat of Joe, who is wonderfully, beautifully, and soundly asleep.

“Good morning,” he whispers

Joe grumbles in response.

“It snowed,” he says.

Joe pulls in a long breath and opens one eye. “Mmhmm?”

“We cannot go anywhere while it snows.”

The corner of Joe’s mouth lifts sleepily in acknowledgement, a private smile just for Nicky. “Yesss,” he murmurs, and Nicky feels happiness bubble up inside him, feels an answering smile on his face.

“We can sleep in,” he suggests.

“You woke me to tell me this?”

Nicky schools his face to innocence.  “Perhaps.”

Joe growls very softly, very low, and pulls Nicky closer, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. “Impossible man,” he mumbles, kissing Nicky’s hair.

Nicky smiles at the perfect fit of their bodies, at the tangle of their limbs and the warmth of Joe’s hands. “Go back to sleep,” he whispers.

Sam: WE didn’t really love the food there [in Prague]

Jacob: Wow, didn’t you?

Sam: *knowing smile because he knows Jacob knows this* No

Jacob: *with fond disapproval* Sam

Sam: Jacob and I had dinner at the same restaurant every night.