After all night you party and end up drunk, you both lie on the bed, your back against his chest as he held you close. He let out a low sigh as he buried his face into your hair. His hand on your stomach, fingers tracing random shapes as he held you close.
It has been years since he had someone be this close to him. He knew his cold and alooff demeanor wouldn’t allow him to have anything close to a normal romantic relationship but right here, in this moment, he let himself relax a little.
He pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that the person in his arms was the young lady he had been guarding for a dozen years. Years of trying to ignore his own needs and emotions were making it a little hard to stay calm at the moment.
"Are you still drunk?" He muttered in your ear as he spoke.
The arm that was snaked around your waist slowly moved across your stomach, his hand now splayed flat against your abdomen. He knew he should keep his distance but at the moment, it felt too good holding you close against him like this. Even if it's just for a night, he wanted to enjoy the feeling.