A tiny Valko blurb.
I'm pretty sure I made a post about conjuring up scenarios for comfort at night, thinking maybe I could write them & flesh them out the following day, but then remembering nothing the next day. Well, here we are. Once again I wasn't able to sleep and thoughts just kept running around my head even as I was imagining this, until I decided to grab my phone and type most of this out around 4am. Now, I haven't written creatively in absolute eons. I used to, but then some studies happened and when I became chronically ill my creativity just said aight, nice chat, see ya never! Almost. So believe me when I say the rust will go flying from this typewriter if you so much as gently breathe in its general direction. But it feels refreshing being able to write even this tiny bit after so long. :)
And just a little disclaimer that English isn't my first or even second language. I was taught British English whilst consuming media of other kinds of English and have associated with people from all over the world aaaand my brain is like a sponge that wants to imitate so my vocabulary and spelling might be all over the place, sorry for that. Also I suffer from cognitive dysfunction and have a habit of going back to fix things after a sentence has been completed, so if something seems off or makes no sense, you can either move on with your life, point it out to me nicely or ask me wtf my brain was trying to get at (though sometimes even I don't know lol).
Alsoalso if the formatting is weird, sorry, I'm writing this out on my tablet.
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Valko's skin is soft beneath your fingers as you run them along his jaw. Smooth. Warm. Grounding. You feel his jaw muscles flex slightly as he swallows before leaning into your touch. He nuzzles into your hand like an affectionate canine, whilst still keeping his eyes on his laptop.
''Babe, will you be done anytime soon?'', you ask.
''Hmm'', he hums vaguely before asking, ''Why?''
He had been lounging comfortably against the headboard (proper ergonomics WHO?) and working on fancy EonCore chairman stuff for the last few hours as you had finished your nightly chores and routines, with only your thoughts being your unwanted company.
''I- I was just wondering if you could keep me company for a bit before sleep?'', you ask quietly. You'd been together for a couple of years so he was well aware of how your brain functioned and spun thoughts like crazy tales sometimes.
His eyes flew to your face as soon as he heard the tone of your voice, and the laptop was swiftly put away. ''Of course. You should've snapped me out of work mode sooner- come here.'' He has taken off his glasses, pulled you to his side and tucked you safely under his arm before you could even think of moving a muscle, wrapping his arms around you gently, protectively.
You return the gesture, perhaps squeezing him a teeny bit tighter than normally, and rest your head on his chest. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent. Your fierce chairman. Your strong and soft wolf. Your home. Your safe haven. And just like that you can practically feel your head go empty. All the thoughts that had been circling and bothering you just floating away like tiny embers in the wind, unable to burn you anymore.
He feels your body slowly relaxing and breathing changing as he rubs your back soothingly. ''There you are, honey.'', he whispers softly into your hair before pressing a kiss there.
You finally close your eyes, letting the whole world fall away save for the feeling of him around you, muttering a soft ''Thank you, love.''.
