AKA: The Lost Boys belong to WB, Not me. If it belonged to me, I'd be living these moments, not writing them. *grin*
Also, These are just short teency ficlets.
95% Fluff! If any ficlets loose fluffyness, I'll post a warning.
I had been awake all day and now I was exhausted and needed a nap, a nap that was more elusive than it should be due to the heat still trapped in the cave, I sigh again as I sit up and toss the blanket roughly away from me and scoop up my pillow 'maybe one of the rooms farther in will be cooler?' I think to myself as I straighten my tank-top and shorts 'damn this small bit of modesty I have left, I might be able to sleep if I could convince myself to just wear my shorts' I mentally snort at myself, 'it isn't like they have not seen me before, hell, I sleep with two of them regularly and the other two on occasion...'.
I pick up my pillow and start toward the tunnel leading deeper into the cave, wondering as I go if any of the boys stayed in tonight and hoping at least one of them did, I smile mentally to myself as I think about the one most likely to still be here, he had after all stayed up all day with me too and was likely napping or relaxing and listening to his music, my memory supply's the image of watching him quietly enjoy his music for a change, his foot tapping to the beat, blond hair shimmering in the light as he occasionally sings certain favorite lyrics.
Listening carefully as I walk down the tunnel I hear the faint sound of music coming from the direction of his room, at this I quicken my steps with a smile.
I walk into the room and look around, the dim light from a few candles shows that he is asleep on the bed with his jacket draped over a chair nearby, I smile and purr mentally as I walk to him and sit carefully on the edge of the bed, I watch him sleep as I arrange my pillow carefully next to him and after a very brief mental debate my tank-top joins his jacket over the chair.
Carefully I crawl onto the bed and curl up against him, sighing happily as his cool skin comes into contact with my overly warm body, purring as I wrap my arms around him and gently rest one leg over his 'aah, yes, much better now...' I think to myself as I start to feel tired once again, I lean down and rest my head on his chest, smiling as I rub my cheek against the rough material of his fishnet shirt and holding him close as I fall asleep.