#Or in the shippier version they wake up in the wee hours and kiss and cuddle until they fall asleep again

[burnsopale]

So it's winter and cold in Paris, but soldiers are patrolling every street because the Scarlet Pimpernel is known to be in the city, and Citizen Chauvelin has promised a reward to whoever catches him. They have a tally of every inn, they are searching every rented house, surely they will have that dastardly spy before morning! There is nowhere for him to hide, no place that the soldiers won't think to look!

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Chauvelin is understandably mad to be woken up in the middle of the night by Percy slipping into his narrow bed, but Percy is like "What are you gonna do? Shout for the landlord? Fetch the soldiers? Do you really expect them to believe that the naked man in your bed is the Scarlet Pimpernel?"

Chauvelin, alarmed: "Are you naked? You are not naked!"

Percy, clearly grinning like a bastard even in the pitch dark: "No, but I could be if the situation called for it."

Chauvelin splutters a bit before realising that Percy is an incredible source of heat and honestly sleeping in his arms is gonna give Chauvelin the best rest he's had in weeks. Also at least he knows where his enemy is now.

"Fine," he grumbles. "I will arrest you in the morning."

Percy makes himself comfortable and tucks Chauvelin close. "Mmm, we'll take that as it comes."