The night is like so many others. Nothing significant or outstanding has happened. Sure, the team has crazy things going down, as per usual, but nothing they can't handle, and every day has to end at some point.
Cisco has spent most of the night on the couch, curled into Hartley's side, head pillowed against his boyfriend's chest. He draws idle patterns against Hartley's knee, only half-listening to whatever documentary they were watching and focused entirely more on the soft thud of Hartley's heartbeat.
Easy as breathing and perfect in their simplicity, these were the moments he lived for, above all else. He's comfortable and relaxed and bordering on half-asleep. "Totally gonna fall asleep on you." he mumbles, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.
{Your last breath leaves ice in my veins
Cisco has spent most of the night on the couch, curled into Hartley's side, head pillowed against his boyfriend's chest. He draws idle patterns against Hartley's knee, only half-listening to whatever documentary they were watching and focused entirely more on the soft thud of Hartley's heartbeat.
Easy as breathing and perfect in their simplicity, these were the moments he lived for, above all else. He's comfortable and relaxed and bordering on half-asleep. "Totally gonna fall asleep on you." he mumbles, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.