What about just some soft crosshair and reader, maybe morning cuddle's
I love Crosshair. I love cuddles. This is wonderful.
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Warmth.
That's all you really register as you slowly wake. Warmth and a repeating pattern of kisses following the crown of your head. Followed by an unintelligible whisper after every soft touch.
You smiled. Trying not to stir too much. Enjoying this.
The man you had shared a bed with the night before has his arms around you, one secured around your waist and the other gently around your shoulders. And when he isn't kissing you, his face is nuzzled into your neck. Cold, pointy nose tucked behind your ear.
Laying a couple gentle kisses there too. He whispers something under his breath. You didn't quite catch it. But the tone was nothing but soft. He stills himself and settles down.
Crosshair sighs. Deep. Loud. And content.
You take that as a chance to move, stretching your muscles out with a shake of your body. Limbs then returning back to their original position.
"Morning, Cross." You spoke happily.
The man in question just grumbled a bit, pressing his nose into your neck at a different angle. Set on going back to sleep apparently.
You laugh lightly and wiggle to turn around, facing him now, a brilliant smile on your lips. "Gooodd morninggg, Crosshair." You reiterate playfully.
Crosshair just blinks at you sleepily, brown eyes soft and you could have sworn there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, then pulls you closer to him. Obviously not in the mood for greetings.
"Morning, (Y/n)." The sniper manages to whisper into your chest, his breathing slowing as he let his eyes flutter closed. The warmth of you enveloping him.
You smiled down at him. All tender, love and care in your eyes. Pushing the stray stands of (h/c) hair out of your face, before you lay a kiss on the top of his head. A small laugh leaving your lips.
"I never knew someone as grumpy as you would be this affectionate, huh?"
The sound that left Crosshair at that was nearly a growl.
"Yeah yeah," you reply as if he actually said something to you, "I know. 'Not affectionate. Just getting comfortable.' "
You managed your best Crosshair impression of what he's been claiming these cuddly nights to be for the last couple of days. Hugging him closer.
Everyone knew you two had heart eyes for each other. It was oh so painfully obvious, or so says Tech. And just recently an accident with an unhousetrained tooka cat got you in the same bed.
Neither of you have slept alone since then, actually.
While he claims it's because of "sanitary reasons" and "this just being easier now", it was a common fact that Cross is a cuddle bug. And he's been enjoying this excuse to sleep with someone he likes and is a worthy cuddle partner.
But now he's just making stupid excuses to stay.
It's funny, how many times he'll just blame it on his "sleeping schedule" and how he "got used to sleeping with (Y/n)" , like he doesn't fall asleep in random places with no concern for his environment.
"You're real funny, you know that?" You sigh, closing your own eyes. Letting that soft tug of sleep pull you back in. "But one day I'll have you admit that you're wildly in love with me. You'll see."
And your words made Crosshair actually laugh. Shaking his head as he gave you a light squeeze with his arms that are wrapped around your torso.
"Yeah, well, we'll see who breaks first."
