#sleeping reader

His mind is awake. The covers are too hot. He is too hot. Why aren’t there any windows in the bucker? Sam pushes the covers off himself.

Now he is cold.

Grabs his blacket again.

He turns around his pillow to sleep on the cold side, but there is a lump there that pokes into his neck. So he turns it again.

His fingers comb through his hair, and he lets out a deep sigh.

The room is dark as he stares at the ceiling. His left foot is quietly aching from the hunt they finished just eight hours ago. Sam turns to look at his alarm clock. Five hours ago. How could he have been sleeping for just two hours?

His mind travels to the hunt. He should tell you to be more careful next time. Do not go sprinting into abandoned buildings just because you want to help someone. It is good that you want to help. But it doesn’t really help Sam. He has a heart attack every time you throw yourself into the first sign of danger. On the other hand, the focused kind of look you get in your eyes makes his heart race. He shakes his head.

Maybe he should just get out of bed. Find another case. He is to awake now anyway. Sleep is out of the question.

That's when a small sound gets his attention. You are quietly murmuring in your sleep. He can’t see your face. Your back is turned to him. 

He reaches towards you. His long fingers gliding across the skin of your shoulder. His fingers trail from your shoulder towards your waist. Where he slips his hand underneath the fabric of the t-shirt you are wearing. It is an old Stanford shirt you found in Sam's closet. He thinks it looks better on you anyway. He always gets tingles in his stomach whenever you wear some of his clothes. 

Sam scoots over.

He combs away your hair and nuzzles himself against your body. You are warm, and you smell like vanilla and coconut. You smell warm, cozy, and safe. You smell like you. 

Sam closes his eyes, his mind quieting down. Filled with thoughts about you. About how he loves you, and he is glad he met you. About how he feels like the luckiest man alive that you chose him. About how he would like to fall asleep next to you for the rest of his life. For however long that may be.

And fall asleep he did.

In the span of five minutes, the nagging in Sam’s mind had disappeared, and he fell asleep holding his girl.

This piece was based on a true story. Because I couldn't sleep. So I went to cuddle with my boyfriend, but the moment I removed my arm because my brow was itchy, he turned away...