(for soft kylux tuesday) waking up together for the first time

callmelyss:

At rest, 425 words

Hux comes out of sleep slow, almost grudging, as he never does; his feet usually hit the floor the moment his alarm (often unnecessary) begins to sound. Today, he drifts back into consciousness, muzzy, languid. Thinking he may have dreamed, of all things, and also that he doesn’t want to open his eyes.

It’s because he’s warm, he realizes. When he nearly always wakes up a little chilled, no matter how many blankets he piles on, how many layers he adds, as he has since he was a child. But this morning, there’s a long, sturdy line of heat pressed against his back and–oh.

Ren is in his bed. His arm curled around Hux. Big nose pressed into the nape of his neck. One leg slotted between both of his.

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