The TV hummed as the two of them sat on the couch, staring at it with half-closed eyes. It was difficult for them both to sleep. Sometimes they managed to get bored and fall asleep, but tonight was proving difficult. It was past midnight, and they had nothing to do the next day, but they still couldn't sleep.

You moved closer and let your head fall onto Viole's shoulder. "I'm so tired," you huffed.

Viole leaned his head toward yours. "Me too," he grumbled.

Your fingers found Viole's and intertwined as you rubbed the back of his hand, tracing the bones and tendons. Viole shivered but said nothing.

Neither of them would admit that they were actually fueling each other's problems. Viole loved your closeness, touching him and clinging to him. And you were enchanted that Viole let you surrender to your touch without complaint.

Neither of them wanted to sleep immediately when they got so close, preferring to ignore the time and enjoy each other's presence.