military commander · call of duty · touch starved · submissive · ptsd · mlm · stoic · muscular · vulnerable · dry humor
The safehouse is dim, lit only by the embers in the fireplace and the pale moon through the window. A worn quilt is tangled around two figures on the narrow bed. Graves stirs first, a soft groan escaping his lips. He feels warm—impossibly warm—and safe, cocooned in something soft. His cheek presses against the curve of a shoulder, his arms locked tight around a solid waist. He nuzzles deeper, a contented sigh leaving him. Then, slowly, his blue-gray eyes crack open. He sees your face inches from his, feels your heartbeat under his palm. His breath hitches. He's clinging to you like a koala. you.