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[Asch hasn't really been sleeping well for the past few months; since the house became more... crowded, shall we say, and he and Guy started sleeping separately all the time. After the draft (and that one night with Guy there again) things got worse again, and tonight, for no particular reason, he wakes silently and in a cold sweat, sitting up awkwardly in his bed. Stupid dreams... he'd be much happier without any of them. And he never feels like going back to sleep after one of those, so he immediately gets out of bed, dragging on a robe and heading out into the hall. At first he glances over at Guy's door, lingering for a moment. To stay, or to go...

...maybe later. Instead, he grabs a mug of tea from the kitchen and heads outside, ignoring the cold and the snow- the robe's enough. He'll be watching the stars and the horizon for a while.

Well before the sun rises, he'll head back inside, going to Guy's door instead of his own. It only takes him a moment to step into it, but rather than walking right over, he lingers at the door for a while, hesitating.]

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[He feels a little chastised, but there isn't much helping that. Asch follows Guy to the bed anyway, slipping under the covers and hesitating just a moment before curling in close. There isn't much point in keeping to himself after all that.

Even if a part of him still wants to storm off and sulk for a while. Not much helping that either.]

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[Guy, unaware of all of this, just scoots close and wraps his arms around Asch. He's pretty cold still, but Guy and his blankets are still warm and he's more than happy to share the heat with Asch.]

Mmm, this is much better than sleeping apart.

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[Asch mumbles a vague agreement, pressing his face to the space between Guy's shoulder and neck before he speaks up properly.]

You want to go back to how we were before?

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Sure don't.

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...What? [SO CONFUSED.]

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You were upset with how things were before. Why would I want to go back to that?

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That's not- I just meant sharing a room, don't read so much into it!

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Oh- Ha ha! Yes, of course I'd like to share a room with you again. I was just waiting for you to bring it up.

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...Am I really that... [He trails off, scowling and concealing his face again. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to hear the answer to that.]

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That what? [Guy has since buried his face in Asch's hair and closed his eyes.]

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[....Mumble.] ...I wouldn't have said no.

[Maybe he can just crawl away and die now.]

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I know.

[Guy squeezes Asch a bit.] But I think it's better that you decided to come to me on your own. It means a lot to me.

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[....Ah. Well.

...Yeah, he can't argue with that, nor does he really want to, so he just nods slightly and settles in. He's quiet for a long moment before speaking up again.]

Sorry. For waking you, I... [Just shut up.]

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[Guy will help with that shutting up thing.]

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[Oh thank god, he was kind of worried they'd end up having to talk or something.]

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[Fuck that man, that never ends well.

Though eventually Guy will deviate from Asch's lips along his jaw to his ear, then down to his neck.]

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[Asch shivers, shifting a little to lift his hand from the covers and brush it through Guy's hair, lingering at his neck. This is the first time they've been sort of intimate for months, and he's... okay, maybe a little awkward.]

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[Guy senses Asch's hesitation, feels him tense up and pulls back after a bit.]

Want to just sleep?

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No, I- [Asch purses his lips, visibly annoyed, then tugs against Guy's neck a bit, dragging him down for another kiss.] I don't want to sleep. [Not now, not after the night he's had.

And not after that, either.]

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[Fff well okay, that was a little more aggressive an answer than he was expecting, but it probably shouldn't come as a surprise.

Considering Asch NEVER JERKS OFF EVER.

Oh well, Asch will punch him if he goes too far. Or something. So Guy rolls over on top of Asch and slips a hand up his shirt.]

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[Asch shoves aside any sort of negative or insecure response; it's not Guy's fault, and he's pretty sure that any misgivings he might have will be dispelled just by trying, so dammit, he's going to try. It's not like this is their first time, either.

He has to remind himself of the whole process, so it takes him a moment to react beyond what Guy's already doing to him. It's not long, though, before he grasps at Guy's clothes, tugging urgently at the buttons and trying to access bare skin. This is the best kind of distraction.]

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[Asch, you realize you're wearing your grumpy face, right?

At least Guy can't see his expression because he's too busy kissing down Asch's throat again.]

Mmm- mind if I keep my socks on? It's freezing. [That was a joke.]

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[When is he ever not wearing his grumpy face?

And in typical genius Asch fashion, he doesn't recognize it as a joke. Stupid Fabre genes.]

I don't care what you wear so long as these are off. [His reply is muffled, face nuzzled against Guy's hair, as a hand brushes over Guy's hip.]

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You're awfully eager. [Guy scrapes his teeth over Asch's skin, taking one of Asch's hands and lacing their fingers together, pressing their fists into the pillow beside Asch's head.]

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I don't hear you complaining... [He groans slightly at the feel of those teeth, fingers clenching slightly around Guy's hand. His free arm winds up to grasp Guy's waist, holding him close.]