24 Fic: Rousing - Hugs and Cuddles Challenge 2/20 (Tony/Michelle)
Title: Rousing
Fandom: 24
Characters: Michelle Dessler/Tony Almeida
Prompt: Hugs and Cuddles - 02. Sleepy
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG
Summary: Michelle wakes a sleepy Tony.
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone for reading the first prompt, I hope you enjoy this one!
"Tony," she singsonged quietly. She scratched her fingers through his hair with each hum of his name. He'd fallen asleep at the computer again. No matter how many times she reminded him to push back from the desk and come to bed when he started feeling tired, he'd done it again. Third night in a row.
"Sweetheart, wake up. You're going to hurt in the morning." Still nothing.
The kiss she dropped on his neck was finally enough to rouse him. Of course it was. He loved when she kissed his neck.
"Come on, sweetheart. Up, up."
After studying her for a long moment through sleepy, hooded eyes, he complied. "M'up."
Dutifully she helped him stand, steadying him when he swayed heavily. "Easy, Tony."
"Mhmm, m'easy."
Now that made her laugh softly. "Sure you are, sweetheart. Sure you are."
They didn't get very far before his arms would around her waist, tugging her into him gracelessly. Luckily, she was awake enough to keep them from sprawling to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs. Still, any protest she might have had was lost as her nose connected with the warm skin between his chin and his t-shirt. She loved his scent. She loved breathing him in and experiencing just him. His aftershave was all but gone; only the barest trace remained, leaving whatever made him uniquely Tony.
She loved when he was sleepy and warm and his affection didn't come as a result of a stressful day where they'd sniped at each other once too often for their comfort levels. She loved when he just pulled her in and held her tightly. Even as tired as he was, his grip was firm, but not painful. Never painful with him. His embrace was just the right combination of protective and tender as their bodies settled into the spaces left for each other.
"Come on, honey," she murmured finally, taking the opportunity to rub her nose against his neck again. His arms tightened around her reflexively, but she continued without missing a breath, "It's bedtime for us."
Fandom: 24
Characters: Michelle Dessler/Tony Almeida
Prompt: Hugs and Cuddles - 02. Sleepy
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG
Summary: Michelle wakes a sleepy Tony.
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone for reading the first prompt, I hope you enjoy this one!
"Tony," she singsonged quietly. She scratched her fingers through his hair with each hum of his name. He'd fallen asleep at the computer again. No matter how many times she reminded him to push back from the desk and come to bed when he started feeling tired, he'd done it again. Third night in a row.
"Sweetheart, wake up. You're going to hurt in the morning." Still nothing.
The kiss she dropped on his neck was finally enough to rouse him. Of course it was. He loved when she kissed his neck.
"Come on, sweetheart. Up, up."
After studying her for a long moment through sleepy, hooded eyes, he complied. "M'up."
Dutifully she helped him stand, steadying him when he swayed heavily. "Easy, Tony."
"Mhmm, m'easy."
Now that made her laugh softly. "Sure you are, sweetheart. Sure you are."
They didn't get very far before his arms would around her waist, tugging her into him gracelessly. Luckily, she was awake enough to keep them from sprawling to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs. Still, any protest she might have had was lost as her nose connected with the warm skin between his chin and his t-shirt. She loved his scent. She loved breathing him in and experiencing just him. His aftershave was all but gone; only the barest trace remained, leaving whatever made him uniquely Tony.
She loved when he was sleepy and warm and his affection didn't come as a result of a stressful day where they'd sniped at each other once too often for their comfort levels. She loved when he just pulled her in and held her tightly. Even as tired as he was, his grip was firm, but not painful. Never painful with him. His embrace was just the right combination of protective and tender as their bodies settled into the spaces left for each other.
"Come on, honey," she murmured finally, taking the opportunity to rub her nose against his neck again. His arms tightened around her reflexively, but she continued without missing a breath, "It's bedtime for us."