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book_bound ([info]book_bound) wrote in [info]wished,
Julien shifted a little as he slept, but the small almost-waking he'd done made him more aware of where it was he was lying, although it was a slow process. He felt warmth first, a comforting rumble of body heat and pulse, felt the gentle way the chest that pillowed his head moved up and down, knew the fingers resting against him. Alfie.

He made a little purring noise and sleepily, sluggishly, pet at the boy under him until he realised that this shouldn't be happening... shouldn't Alfie be at work?

He started drowsily pushing himself up, body heavy with sleep, his muscles unhappy about this whole moving business.

"'fie, 's'wrong, 'kay?" he mumbled, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes at the same time.


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