although date nights with abby were never boring — the fact that the woman could basically read you inside-out was basically enough — whether it were a beautiful restaurant, a home-cooked meal and some nice sex, or just takeout and a movie snuggled up on the couch, you couldn’t deny how great it felt to just be with her.

but your favourite part was always, undeniably, the cuddles afterwards. clean, crisp comforters and pillows, her arms around you, blonde hair out of its usual braid and brushing against your face. the scent of her usual cologne faded into something a little gentler, melting into her warmth.

“you falling asleep on me?” she chuckled, voice low from the quiet of the room.