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Adam Hills/Hamish Blake: Awake/Sleep
Title: Awake/Sleep
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam/Hamish
Prompt: #14 Breath Play
Word Count: 226
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: Very short piece, probably the shortest I’ve written, about Hamish and Adam in bed, waking up, well, trying not to wake up. From Hamish’s POV.
Awake/Sleep
I’m aware of his breathing long before I have the desire to open my eyes. It’s in that groggy, half-awake state in which you tend to notice the things you don’t otherwise notice.
Bed is warm and soft, his arm draped over my back, content and happy. I love the weight of his arm over me. It feels like it should be there, protective, almost. I vaguely recognise the song on the radio, but don’t care enough to wake. I’d rather stay here in my memories and dreams, be here in his arms, ignoring the outside world. It’s much more pleasant here anyway. Head’s all heavy against the pillow, the last semblance of my dreams wafting into my head.
Apart from the radio – there it is: his breathing, long, unhurried, gentle. I think he’s not quite awake yet. I can tell. He’s still lost in his sleep. I’m quite content to lie there and listen to his breathing. It’s calming, knowing he’s still there beside me. I reach a heavy arm over to touch him, finding his warm skin. It’s nice to touch him. It’s making me fall asleep again. Brain gives in, letting me float away, down towards sleep, down into my dreams of him, the sound of his breathing slowly fading into silence.
This is peace.
I wish we could stay this way forever.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam/Hamish
Prompt: #14 Breath Play
Word Count: 226
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: Very short piece, probably the shortest I’ve written, about Hamish and Adam in bed, waking up, well, trying not to wake up. From Hamish’s POV.
Awake/Sleep
I’m aware of his breathing long before I have the desire to open my eyes. It’s in that groggy, half-awake state in which you tend to notice the things you don’t otherwise notice.
Bed is warm and soft, his arm draped over my back, content and happy. I love the weight of his arm over me. It feels like it should be there, protective, almost. I vaguely recognise the song on the radio, but don’t care enough to wake. I’d rather stay here in my memories and dreams, be here in his arms, ignoring the outside world. It’s much more pleasant here anyway. Head’s all heavy against the pillow, the last semblance of my dreams wafting into my head.
Apart from the radio – there it is: his breathing, long, unhurried, gentle. I think he’s not quite awake yet. I can tell. He’s still lost in his sleep. I’m quite content to lie there and listen to his breathing. It’s calming, knowing he’s still there beside me. I reach a heavy arm over to touch him, finding his warm skin. It’s nice to touch him. It’s making me fall asleep again. Brain gives in, letting me float away, down towards sleep, down into my dreams of him, the sound of his breathing slowly fading into silence.
This is peace.
I wish we could stay this way forever.
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I'm so excited to read a fic written in first-person that doesn't make me want to scream and go drown myself in a fishtank! Not only that, it's also too adorable for words - watch me flailing for description, yo - and I *love* it. Hurrah Admish!
I'm always a fan of writers who can convey a mood without the need for excessive description, as you've managed to do here. (My own attempts tend to fail; short fic that I write usually ends up totally pointless and boring, so I say this with meaning!) Gorgeous :)
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