“Are you awake?”

His hands slid under the blankets to hold your waist and pull you flush into his back. Danse tucked his nose into your hair and inhaled your scent deeply, heaving a sleepy sigh.

It was the middle of the night, and he doubted you would be awake, but he just couldn’t fall back asleep. He’d woken up once, and now? Sleep was going to take a while to take him into its clutches.

His hand gently rubbed your waist, “I couldn’t fall asleep. I just can’t turn my mind off…” He trailed off, looking around the dark bedroom for a moment before mumbling something under his breath. Then, Danse turned back to you, and kissed at your shoulder, “C’mon, you awake or not?” He rumbled.