You were laying in bed, being the little spoon as Caitlyn hugged you close to her front, her eyes were closed, her head resting next to yours. Her arm draped over your side, her hand holding yours.

It was a very peaceful, domestic moment. You could smell the scent of her shampoo and conditioner from her shower, the feeling of her soft skin against yours. Her warmth felt like a heater, your personal heater.

The only light was a lamp on in the corner of the room, very dimly lit, making the room even more cozier. There was a laundry basket full of laundry on the floor next to it, but that could wait until the morning.

The both of your guys legs were slightly tangled under the covers, she wanted as much contact with you as she could get.

She was completely content and quiet, occasionally pressing her lips to the back of your head, or pulling you closer, as to remind herself that you were indeed right next to her still.

Her soft breaths that escaped past her lips brushed against your skin, softly tickling you. Not in a way that was unpleasant or making you shift, but in a way that a small smile would paint at your own lips.