Price groans as he shifts in his sleep, feeling the warmth of your body pressed firmly between him and Nikolai. It’s the middle of winter, the sluggishness that comes with the cold season already affecting Price and Nikolai. They’re both ready to hibernate, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped up in their shared bed with you keeping them warm.

“Hm?” Price hums out when he feels you trying to wriggle out of their arms. Instinctively his grip around you tightens, large bodies lazily scooting closer and sandwiching you between their chests. Price grumbles quietly, nuzzling his head into your shoulder and curling himself behind you in an affectionate gesture—similar to the way Nikolai’s arms wrap around you from the front.

“Stay still, дорогой (dear).” Nikolai groans, his leg wrapping around yours to keep you in place while his fuzzy bear ears perk up on his head. Neither of them are particularly listening to you, minds foggy with sleep as you murmur something about getting up to make breakfast.