"I Like Chinese... I Like Chinese..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Short and Fluffy Combeferre/Courfeyrac, for ladybretagne, who, I am told, could use it. *snugs*

"Martin..."

"Hush, I'm sleeping."

"Martin, you're doing it again..."

"Good lord, what am I doing? I'm just lying here."

Combeferre smiled sleepily and shook his head. Shaking his head against a pillow, however, meant it was more of a drowsy, slow swerve that didn't quite look like anything. "You're taking the blankets."

"My dearest darling angel, this bed is half mine and so are the covers."

"Ah, but you're taking at least three-quarters, and one of those quarters is mine."

"And now you sink to your most base defence: literalism. I can't stand a literalist. You know I was only using a figure of speech."

"Do I? I'm cold, Martin. I want my share of the covers." Combeferre was still smiling, definitely not-quite-awake.

"You're cold? Well, you could have said that to begin with. That can be remedied." Happily, Courfeyrac situated himself so that he was partly-draped over Combeferre, and kissed his face.

Combeferre giggled tiredly. "Don't do that. I'm trying to go to sleep."

"Oh, you will be this way. Very well. Move a bit."

With that, the shifting commenced. At last they fell still and quiet, with Courfeyrac curled up quite close to Combeferre, and the blankets evenly over both of them. Combeferre had nearly fallen asleep, when suddenly Courfeyrac announced:

"Phillipe... I'm too warm."

Comments

[ladybretagne.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* You're such a dear, this is adorable and actually made me laugh, which was most helpful.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*huggles back* Am glad you liked it, muchly. Hope you are okay/feel better soon, as I do not really know the nature of your upset. *apologises*

[ladybretagne.livejournal.com]

*snugs* Just mum being a prat, I'm fine now. Thank you muchly sweetheart.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Welcome.. *more hugs*

[ladybretagne.livejournal.com]

*snuggles*