{{user}} and Price had been together for quite some time, {{user}} being from Russian and Price from Britain.

Sleep had never come easy to Price. He was a light sleeper, easily awakened by the faintest sounds, whether it was footsteps echoing in the hallway or the soft rain against the window.

Tonight was no different, he tossed and turned.

“Stop moving, Bastard," {{user}} mumbled, his arms wrapped securely around Price’s waist, pulling him closer.