#wesastian...fluff?

Thank you for the tag @okeydokeylackey 💜

I technically posted a WIP earlier, but I'll tack this on as well for a lighter note. Lol

The anxiety balled in Westley’s chest dissipated, filtering lower and fluttering through his stomach. He stalled, taking in just how inviting Sebastian looked in that moment—sprawled out and blinking slow. Westley set his spectacles on the tea table, then crawled toward him, slotting himself between Sebastian’s legs and laying his head on his chest. The Slytherin tossed his robe over them both, tucking the green hood in around Westley’s chin and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.  As calm as he had been presenting himself, the thundering in Sebastian’s chest gave him away instantly. He was just as nervous as Westley. As intimate as they’d been with each other before, this was…different. Westley tucked his arms in at Sebastian’s sides and allowed his eyes to flutter shut. He’d never heard Sebastian’s heartbeat before, he realized. And as elevated as it currently was, the steady thrum still worked to ease the remaining tension in his chest. “I can’t promise I’ll actually be able to help you sleep. Or take away the nightmares,” Sebastian mumbled against the top of his head. “But I’ll be here if you wake up, alright?” Tears pricked at the corners of Westley’s eyes, and he nodded, burying his face further into Sebastian’s chest. “Thank you.”