#IMIANGINE IGN MHIM.

[spaciebabie]

You’re weakly set along your bed, facing the ceiling. Your face scrunches as you try to focus your thoughts for a moment, but nothing works. You can’t even open your eyes right now.

There’s a creak at the door. It gives a high-pitched groan as it opens. Then closes. Heavy sliding steps near the edge of the bed, stopping next to it with a whir. You expect a sudden weight forcing the mattress down at your side. But… a pause. There’s nothing.

Then a slight mechanical shift lowering over you. A faint breath touches your face as the side of a muzzle slowly rubs against your head.

There’s a weight on the bed next to your shoulder, then by your legs. You manage to open your eyes enough to see the worn animatroic suit set itself on the bed and on top of you. He slowly, carefully wraps around you, one hand trailing down your side, holding you there lightly.

He gives a heavy exhale.

His smoothed nose gently nuzzles your cheek. His resonant yet labored breaths slowly turn calm, rolling through the air, turning to a graveled purr. All of your thoughts melt at the filling sound: nothing else could have you now.

“Hush. I’ve got you,” he whispers softly. He sets the side of his head against yours. His good ear curls over the top of your head, and with the final movement, you relax.

-heartbeat anon