it was a late night and neither you or john could sleep. so, like any normal couple would, you stayed up cuddling on the couch with a glass of wine each. you were resting against john's chest, while his back was pressed into the wooden armrest. he had an arm around your waist and a hand in your hair, scratching your scalp in a soothing, almost comforting manor.

it was peaceful. nights like these. usually, the house would either be full of laughter and giggles, or screaming matches. this was the inbetween. now, it was close to 3:45 (A.M.), and by the looks of it, it seems as if neither of you were ready to move. you let out a sigh of contempt and cuddled closer to john.

"nice night out, innit?" he murmured softly against your hair.