It felt warm again, and Seven had a strangely full feeling in his chest as he shifted and closed all the gaps between their two forms. Seven knew Fox was upset, and likely didn’t want Seven’s comfort, but took it because there was no one else.
But oh, this was bliss 8: Burning Bridges
Fox drifted awake in a haze of warmth and sighed. He didn’t want to move, not when it was so comfortable, wrapped in a tight cocoon of content. He felt a soft huff of breath on the back of his neck and frowned, eyes still clamped shut. Sleeping in the Cerebrum was a revelation.
Oh. There was an arm wrapped around him, and the solid form of a male body against his back. A sharp nose nuzzled the nape of his neck.