That tiny sound, as much a whuff as a laugh, makes Danny's mouth twitch at the corners, even as his eyes slide back shut. They feel so heavy, like there are anvils on his eyelids, and his head is as mushy as if he's being smothered in a down comforter.
Which don't seem to exist on Hawaii, but they're one of the things he misses most. Light, comfy, cozy. Perfect for curling up in against the cold, ideal with shared body heat.
He would suffocate under one here, though.
"Shut up and go to sleep, you monster."
Mumbled low and tired, despite the thumb moving idly along the under curve of Steve's forearm, despite the way he turns his head towards Steve, shoulder shifting under the faint brush of stubbled cheek and soft mouth. Even now, unable to keep from listing towards him, as if this mattress were actually a hammock.
It feels like one. He can actually feel the sway back and forth, the slight catch at each lift, as gravity and the world do their best to reassert themselves on him while he is just floating, completely languid.
With a jaw-cracking yawn, that squeezes his eyes even further, before he's snuffling and looking for a good spot in the pillow, searching out cool cloth against his still-hot cheek. Everything's cooling down, but Steve is a furnace and it's still Hawaii, still has to be above eighty out there, and it might still be sort of early, but what the hell. Steve gets up at the ass-end of dawn anyway, and Danny could use the extra shut-eye after the deficit last week and last night.
He just won't look all that closely at the fact that trying to sleep without Steve last night was an exercise in just how well acquainted he could manage to get with insomnia despite one night's worth of sleep in three.
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Date: 2013-03-07 03:14 am (UTC)Which don't seem to exist on Hawaii, but they're one of the things he misses most. Light, comfy, cozy. Perfect for curling up in against the cold, ideal with shared body heat.
He would suffocate under one here, though.
"Shut up and go to sleep, you monster."
Mumbled low and tired, despite the thumb moving idly along the under curve of Steve's forearm, despite the way he turns his head towards Steve, shoulder shifting under the faint brush of stubbled cheek and soft mouth. Even now, unable to keep from listing towards him, as if this mattress were actually a hammock.
It feels like one. He can actually feel the sway back and forth, the slight catch at each lift, as gravity and the world do their best to reassert themselves on him while he is just floating, completely languid.
With a jaw-cracking yawn, that squeezes his eyes even further, before he's snuffling and looking for a good spot in the pillow, searching out cool cloth against his still-hot cheek. Everything's cooling down, but Steve is a furnace and it's still Hawaii, still has to be above eighty out there, and it might still be sort of early, but what the hell. Steve gets up at the ass-end of dawn anyway, and Danny could use the extra shut-eye after the deficit last week and last night.
He just won't look all that closely at the fact that trying to sleep without Steve last night was an exercise in just how well acquainted he could manage to get with insomnia despite one night's worth of sleep in three.