#gumwrightworth+maggshoe

[my-sleepy-head]

My short little fic I mentioned in the picture I posted today

Miles sighed, his mind still numb with sleep as he feels the warmth surrounding him.

The warmth of his partners squeezing him in a comforting embrace, Phoenix nuzzled into his neck, Gumshoe with his head on his. The warmth of the teens that had grappled onto his lovers and himself when they’d needed a parental figure, even the warmth of his metamour’s hand against his arm, the woman grappling onto the detective’s back in her sleep.

It was so warm but far too comfortable for him to complain, too safe for him to want to wiggle out of the grip he was in. He simply allowed his family to hold him close.

Even once the children got up, Kay and Eustace going to make breakfast for Trucy, leaving only the policule in the bed he didn’t care. He was safe, he was loved, he was wanted. He was wanted by not just Gumshoe, which he’d been with for years already, but also by Phoenix who’d been willing to give long distance a chance when they’d first started together.

With another sigh he let sleep overtake him once more. If he was to be awoken next by the smell of coffee and breakfast, the feeling of kisses against his skin, he wouldn’t mind, for he knew he was loved.