Lachlan uncomfortably buried his face against the pillows of the bed, groaning in tired irritation. he just couldn’t get comfortable, not without you.

“Babe, hurry up.” he grunted, voice raspy with exhaustion. realizing how gruff he sounded, Lachlan quickly added a soft, “p-please.”

all he wanted to do was sleep on top of his love, bury his face into their chest or stomach and feel warm and comfortable against their softness.