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Feb. 25th, 2012 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brilliant_ideasTitle: 'Snuggle.'
Summary: Angie snuggles. Sometimes.
Notes and Warnings: Inspired by Thai and this comic.
It was apparently around one in the afternoon when Angie stumbled out of the bedroom, but at least he managed to stumble out of the bedroom without feeling like death. Rayne was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking what Angie guessed was tea and reading the paper.
He tried to remember if they had done anything the night before as he sat down and rested his head against the table. It still hurt, just a bit, but it was cold against his skin and Rayne started running her fingers through his hair after a minute, so it didn't seem so bad. "M'sorry for how drunk I got last night."
"It's fine," Rayne answered. Angie heard her turn the page before she continued. "We didn't do anything anyway."
He found that hard to believe. Angie couldn't help but be handsy around her when he was drunk. "What?"
"You're right, that's not true. We did snuggle."
Angie stared down at the tabletop. "What?"
"You were too drunk to do anything and decided that my boobs were the most comfortable pillows in the world, so we snuggled until you fell asleep on them."
That was enough to get him to turn his head and look at Rayne, though looking from table height put him eye-level with much more interesting things. "This snuggling thing isn't going to be a one-time deal, is it?"
"I will gladly snuggle the hell out of you tonight, too."
"I'm not planning on falling asleep tonight."
Rayne grinned wickedly. "I figured."
Summary: Angie snuggles. Sometimes.
Notes and Warnings: Inspired by Thai and this comic.
It was apparently around one in the afternoon when Angie stumbled out of the bedroom, but at least he managed to stumble out of the bedroom without feeling like death. Rayne was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking what Angie guessed was tea and reading the paper.
He tried to remember if they had done anything the night before as he sat down and rested his head against the table. It still hurt, just a bit, but it was cold against his skin and Rayne started running her fingers through his hair after a minute, so it didn't seem so bad. "M'sorry for how drunk I got last night."
"It's fine," Rayne answered. Angie heard her turn the page before she continued. "We didn't do anything anyway."
He found that hard to believe. Angie couldn't help but be handsy around her when he was drunk. "What?"
"You're right, that's not true. We did snuggle."
Angie stared down at the tabletop. "What?"
"You were too drunk to do anything and decided that my boobs were the most comfortable pillows in the world, so we snuggled until you fell asleep on them."
That was enough to get him to turn his head and look at Rayne, though looking from table height put him eye-level with much more interesting things. "This snuggling thing isn't going to be a one-time deal, is it?"
"I will gladly snuggle the hell out of you tonight, too."
"I'm not planning on falling asleep tonight."
Rayne grinned wickedly. "I figured."
