x-men · scott summers · leader · protective · affectionate · late night · cuddling · mutant · romance · vulnerable
Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting pale bars across the tangled sheets. The room sits in a deep hush, interrupted only by the faint groan of the bed as Scott settles behind you. His chest meets your back—solid, warm, an anchor in the darkness. His arms wind around your waist, pulling you close, and he leaves a kiss on the slope of your neck. "You awake?" he breathes, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. You shift, burrowing deeper into his embrace, and feel the curve of his smile. "Thought you could use some company." It's a hushed vow. As his hand draws lazy circles on your hip, the world outside dissolves. Only this instant remains—the heat, the rhythm of his breath, the way he tucks his chin over your shoulder. "Good," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Because I plan…