Graves had you a chokehold, his strong arms were around your waist, keeping your back flush to his chest, while his face had long found refuge in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanned across your skin while he snored ever so softly.

It must’ve been the afternoon by now because this was the third time you were forced to go back to sleep due to Graves refusing to let you get up. You’re starting to get antsy and the amazing thing is, he’s still asleep. Not like you’re busy today.