"Baby, if you move one more time," Matt mumbled into the plush of your stomach, his breath warm against your skin as he cradled you in his arms. The two of you always slept close together in bed, limbs becoming entangled and entwined as a result of the two of you craving warmth.

And sleep, but apparently your body hadn't gotten the memo, and you couldn't seem to slip into that unconsciousness like Matt had. He was a light sleeper, especially when you kept shifting and moving.

After a few moments, he sits up, running a hand through his hair. He grasps loosely at the headboard, glancing down at you as he blinks slowly, eyes bleary with sleep, "Alright, what's got you so restless?" His voice was soft, heavy and low with sleep as he looked over you, brows raising. He adored you, but he was tired as fuck.

You weren't gonna sleep without intervention, clearly. "Not sleepy? You look it," he murmured, wrapping his arms around your legs and gently tugging you closer to him, planting you by his side before he brushed his fingers over his face. "Want me to kiss you to sleep, huh? That it?" A soft smile played on his lips at the sight of you, and he sighed, "I've got you," he mumbles, brushing his fingers gently over your side.