So For All The Lovely People Out There… Have Him Coloured~ May Daddy Jason Bless You 👏✨😂

The taste of chocolate

It had been a rough week. Laura sighed as she leaned back in her seat and stretched her slightly stiff limbs. She looked at the clock that was ticking on the wooden wall next to her.

It was 5.30 pm and Travis would be home in a bit. 

She smiled, thinking about the Sheriff. It had been a long journey for both of them, but she was happy. She was taking her classes online after talking to her professors. She still had to be present, but they would give her the exact date beforehand so she could prepare. Those weeks were the worst because she was only back in North Kill on the Weekends to see Travis before she had to go back and Study. 

Good thing she was in her last semester before she finally could work as a veterinarian like she always had dreamed of. Travis had talked to the local one and Dr. Gold was more than happy to have her in his clinic. He was getting old and a young and new member of his staff would be a great thing to have.

She stood up after hearing the crunch of the gravel, the familiar police cruiser pulling up before their patio. Laura walked over to the front door and opened it, leaning against the frame and smiling upon seeing the tired-looking Sheriff. He smiled when he saw her, a little plastic bag in hand and another small box in his other one.

“Hey” she said softly.

“Hey” he answered.

She closed her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips, a soft hum rumbled through the taller man's frame, smiling against her plush, soft lips. When they parted, Laura smiled gently, her hands wandering from his neck to his cheeks, cupping them as her thumb gently caressed his cheekbones.

“M’glad your back… how was work?” She asked softly, their faces still close. 

Travis nuzzled her nose and smiled. “Shitty… someone tried to rob Mrs. Anderson's shop in broad daylight. Punks gettin’ real crazy as of late.”

A deep sigh rolled off his lips, pressing them to hers again before leaning back.

“Let’s get inside, I brought take-out”

Laura giggled and stepped inside, him following suit. He set the bag on the kitchen counter and looked at her, smiling. His Laura… His angel. No matter how often he’d look at her, sometimes it felt so surreal having her here in his lodge, living together as a pair. He watched her, her golden locks swayed softly as she worked on getting the food out of their boxes and onto plates before bringing them to the small dining table they had next to the kitchen. He looked at the box that was still in his hand. A black one with a golden bow, a thank you, from Mrs. Anderson.

“Travis? You comin’?”

“Yea, sorry… uh, here. That's what Mrs. Anderson gave me as a “Thank you”... I think it's chocolate and I thought you might like it because you've been studying so hard the past few weeks.” He smiled, his cheeks coloring in a soft red. He always thought blushing would go away with age, turns out that having a younger lover did quite the opposite. She always made sure to challenge him, in and out of bed.

“Nice! I ate the last today! This will be life-saving!” Laura said happily, clapping her hands together as she took the box and walked back to their little office space… well originally it was Travis's office, he just let her there because the wifi wasn’t as shitty in there. The Sheriff chuckled and shook his head.

“Ma'am, just how much did ya eat?”

“Ohhh~ I dunno? Maybe one or two bars? Why? You're gonna arrest me for eating sweets?”

She eyed him with a challenge in her eyes. He huffed and shook his head.

“No, not today, sweetheart.”

Laura booed and stuck out her tongue, which made the older male laugh softly. 

He looked at her in disbelief. His tough and very strong girlfriend. He never thought she would have such a sweet tooth… Ah, to be young again. She can eat as much as she wanted and she would not gain one pound, he on the other side? If he'd had as many sweets as she did it would bring him to an early grave. He shook his head and smiled, sitting down to eat the Chinese takeout he brought home. *The next morning* Travis was already gone. Laura snuggled into his side of the bed, taking in his scent. She hated it when he had to leave early for work. Good thing it was Friday so they had the weekend for themselves. She peeled herself out of the soft bed and stretched. She wore short gray shorts and an old washed-out “Billy Talent” T-shirt that she had taken from Travis. She had been surprised that the stuck-up cop that locked her and Max up in a cell for 2 months actually liked Punk rock. She sighed, smiling to herself as she put on her fuzzy socks and walked into the kitchen to make herself coffee. After she also made some toast, she was walking with a mug and plate in hand, to the office to get some assignments done.

She only listened half-heartedly to her professor's lecture. He was the worst, his voice monotone as he talked, talked, and talked…

She sighed and looked at the black box. She could use a snack… It was already 3 pm and she felt a light craving for sweets. She opened the box and felt her mouth water. The chocolate inside looked fucking delicious and very high-end. What a nice treat.

Laura took the first one out of the golden wrapping paper and looked at the small chocolate ball. She took in the scent. It smelled sweet, sweeter than she thought it would. She shrugged and popped it into her mouth, humming in delight as the rich, sweet flavor hit her tongue. She gasped when she felt a sweet-tasting liquid fill her mouth. She chewed happily, her feet wiggling in the air as she made a small happy dance.

She took another one and moaned. They tasted really good! She would need to tell Travis to get her more of those. She chuckled and sat back at her laptop, yawning as she continued listening to her professor.

Half an hour later Laura furrowed her brows, not in concentration, no. She felt… restless. She had been rubbing her knees together for a little while now, and the itch in her abdomen felt strange, like a wildfire slowly spreading. She could feel her cheeks becoming warm and flushed as she tried to listen to the lecture. After 10 minutes of restless trying she excused herself for not feeling well and slammed the laptop shut. Her breath was coming out puffy. She could feel a throb of heat blossoming between her thighs. She shook her head as the sudden wave of horniness surprised her. She and Travis fucked on almost a daily basis… that couldn’t be it, right? Her gaze fell onto the open box of chocolate. She took the box and inspected it. 

“Love Chocolate”

“Great” she thought. She sighed and decided to take care of it herself before Travis came home because no way in hell she would survive another 2 hours. She felt the wetness between her folds, making her panties damp in anticipation.

She walked to their bedroom, discarding the shorts and panties before flopping herself onto the mattress and burying her face into Travis`s pillow, breathing in the warm scent of pine cones and burned wood. 

Laura sighed softly as her hand slowly wandered down her soft-toned stomach and to her throbbing pussy. 

She mewled when her finger brushed against her clit, slowly circling it. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were already watered as she sobbed, a wave of relief washed over her as she finally, finally able to scratch that itch a little, but it wasn't enough. She rubbed her clit directly and moaned as a wave of electricity ran through her body. She worked on herself, wetness gathering and probably dripping down on their sheets, but she didn't care. All she cared for was getting that awful feeling to go away. Her free hand wandered under the T-Shirt she wore, she thanked herself for not putting on a bra this morning as she kneaded and massaged her mounts, tweaking her nipples to full hardness, She moaned as she pressed herself more into the mattress, her back arching as she mewled shamelessly. One hand kneaded her breast as the other one inched closer to her soaking folds.

Oh, how she wished Travis's skilled tongue would just slither inside her velvet walls, eat her out and make her cum, cum, cum. She gasped as her finger slipped inside, pumping in and out of her wet entrance. She came for the first time shortly after curling her fingers.

She sobbed, it wasn't the same without him. She tried and tried and tried! But her fingers weren’t as big as his and not as long. She let out a frustrated huff as she just couldn’t reach the spot she wanted to scratch so badly, hoping the itch would go away.

She moaned, her body shaking as she worked on herself, cumming yet again with a loud sob and the Sheriff’s name on her lips.

Hours go by and she still felt so feverish, so utterly horny. She didn’t even notice the cruiser pulling up on their pavement and didn’t hear the front door opening.

“Laura? Sweetheart?” he said. He looked around, his brows furrowed. This was weird. Normally Laura would either wait at the door or would come out of one of the rooms and greet him. Just as he wanted to call out for her again he heard something. He stayed still, not moving a muscle when he heard it again. A moan.

He looked at the slightly ajar door to their bedroom. For a moment he wondered if he heard it correctly, but after hearing another moan and a breathless “Travis” he knew he was correct. His ears turned red as he slowly walked inside and the sight he got delivered had his dick twitch in interest.

Laura… His Laura was fingering herself, moaning breathlessly, and calling his name. He swallowed thickly, his pants felt so tight all of a sudden. He watched her for a moment before he decided to gently knock at the door frame.

The blond just looked at him with hazy eyes, mewling at him, her fingers never stopping.

“T-Tra-ah!-Hng~ Travis.. huh~ H-help me p-please~” she looked at him with pleading eyes as he stepped closer, She sighed and moaned in delight when his big hands wandered up her thighs.

“Laura… Baby, how long have you been like this?” he asked softly, taking in her form.

“D-dunno~ It burns… Ah! P-please… Ple-hng~se touch me.” She looked at him with watery eyes and he nodded. He took off his belt and took off his shirt. He breathed in sharply as he saw just how wet she was, a rather big damp spot already formed underneath her. He growled. He could practically feel his pupils widen as he leaned down, licking his lips.

Laura took her hands away, whining softly as she wiggled her hips as if she wanted to hypnotize him.

She didn't need to because Travis already hovered in front of her twitching pussy. He took a shaky breath before he leaned in and lapped at her weeping pussy, humming at the taste. His tongue slipped between her folds, and Laura lost it, moaning his name loudly as she clawed her fingers into his scalp, her thighs opening wider for him as he sucked and licked at her entrance. A Shout left her lips when he sucked on her clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his teeth.

“Fuck!” Laura shouted as she moved her hips into his eager mouth wanting more and more friction.

Travis hummed, sending vibrations through her aflame core as she moaned loudly, cumming against his lips. He didn’t stop tho. His tongue wiggling its way back inside her wet cave, his tongue thrusting in and out, fucking into her. Her moans and mewls were like music to his ears, he loved the way she breathed out his name and soft curses as he worked her open.

When she came a second time from his tongue he leaned back, wiping her arousal from his chin with the back of his hand, grinning to himself as she breathed heavily still coming down from her high.

“What a good girl~” He purred as he opened the fly and button of his trousers. He took them off with his boxers before crawling between her legs again. His cock already standing proudly and ready, lightly curved under his belly button.

Laura whined when she saw his leaking cock.

“C’mon! Give it to me~” she moaned, legs wrapped around his middle and a dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, looking down at his needy Lover.

“So impatient~ What a greedy little pussy… already leaking for me.” he grinned, he couldn't stop and waste an opportunity to tease her, even though it earned him a whine. 

Laura wiggled her hips against his brick impatiently, groaning when his vein brushed against her clit.

“Stop fuck’n around, Travis~ Hurry up.” And that's all that needed to be said. She wept, when his thick cock pushed past her folds, his plush head breaching her entrance. He groaned and sank deeper inside. When he finally bottomed her out she screamed in ecstasy, she came right then and there.

Travis moaned as her tight walls hugged him even closer while she orgasmed. He growled, kissing her collarbone, smirking proudly as he rolled his hips.

“Good girl… coming from my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Laura shuddered before opening her mouth and moaning. “Pl-please! Fuck me, Travis.”

That's all he wanted to hear. He pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips back into her welcoming heat, groaning as she clenched around him so vigorously. He leaned down, catching her perky nipple between his lips as he sucked, humming to send vibrations through her body.

Laura moaned shamelessly and loudly. She was glad no one was living near them because if they had neighbors nearby, they would’ve definitely heard her. Her head fell back into her neck as he hit her sweet spot.

“THERE! Oh my G-aaagh-od~ Yesh~ there!” her head bent to the side. Travis unrelentlessly pounded into her aching hole, giving her exactly what she wanted. He could feel the familiar knot tighten in his abdomen. He was close. Who could blame him, by the way, she was squeezing and clenching around him?

He took a shuddering breath. Laura’s hands found his back, finding it better than clutching the sheets. Her nails dug into his back, leaving angry red marks behind as he fucked into her.

“Close~ M`so close~!” she mewled into his ear. He huffed. “Let go, Kitten. Cum for me”

That's all she needed. She stumbled over the edge, taking him with her as he groaned against the crook of her neck, filling her up with his hot cum, thrusting the white ropes deeply into her body. When she milked him dry his hips stopped, and both their breaths came out hot and puffy.

Laura, finally able to think clearly again, looked at him.

“I think it was the chocolate…” “Huh?” Travis looked at her confused.

Laura nodded sleepily. “Yea, I ate two pieces and after a while, I felt so fucking horny… The package said something about “Love chocolate”... weird shit I tell ya…”

Travis huffed, amused. He leaned down and rested a little on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair, gently caressing his scalp.

“Well… it would be a waste to trash them, no?” Laura looked at him confused before a big smirk stretched on her face.

“Oh~ Maybe the Sheriff himself would like to give it a try? It’s really good~” now it was the blond's turn to purr. Travis chuckled again, a pleased rumble wandered through both their joined bodies.

“Maybe he will.”

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I had this in my head for a while now! Enjoy! <3

Laura Kearny doodles from today ✨ (plus reference)

Progress video :3

Jason Kolchek with his son Jayden 🥺❤️

His wife wanted a mini-version and he delivered 😂 who doesn’t like a soft sleeping hubby?

Soft sleepy cuddles✨

Update

I finished her lines and flat colours! Soon she’ll be ready to go and be added to @burning-peanut fanfic!

I’ll probably finish her tomorrow 🤔✨

10 characters

I got tagged by the beautiful @neglected-houseplant and I thought to myself - why not give it a try 🌿✨

Rules: Name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same!

Here goes:

1. Salim Othman - Dark picture anthology, House of Ashes (I love this man 😭❤️)

2. Travis Hackett - The Quarry (you see I have a type 👀)

3. Cheryl Mason - Silent Hill 3

4. Evan McMillain "The Trapper" - Dead by Daylight

5. Crowly - Good Omens

6. Steven Strange aka Dr. Strange - from Dr. Strange (Duh 😂)

7. Billy Hargrove - Stranger Things

8. Gavin Reed - Detroit become Human

9. Arataki Itto - Genshin Impact (he’s an idiot and I love him ✨)

10. Lambert - Witcher Series

Tagging is going to be hard because WELL - I don’t have so many people and all 😂 being relatively new and stuff - soooo if anyone wanna go for it please do ❤️

Stolen ❤️‍🩹

The alcohol ran like it was bottomless. Shot after endless shot. The heftier the burn, the better it was.

The chatter of the bar, the cacophonous live band playing somewhere deeper in the building, or maybe possibly down the street, it was all too much. Too loud. Too.. happy.

Travis wanted it all to stop. He’d only come for a few beers and then he’d head home.

If you could call the small, studio apartment that sat above the local delicatessen a ‘home.’ It was barren, the only furniture being his bed, a reclining chair, and a bookshelf. The only sign of life was his razor and toothbrush on the sink’s edge.

He didn’t have anything anymore. Not since that summer. He’d been demoted from sheriff and placed on desk duty.

What was left of his family didn’t speak to him. Wanted nothing to do with him. Cast him out with nothing but his name and the memories.

He didn’t realize it was the anniversary of the night it all ended until the next morning, when blonde hair was splayed across his pillow beside him. Golden strands tickling his skin, tantalizing and forbidden.

The warm figure of the girl- no, the woman, who had been the one to end the curse head on curled up against him, her hand resting ever so gently over his beating heart.

Like a whirlwind, she swept him up that night. It might have been the alcohol, or maybe it was tension that finally snapped between the two, or it was just his love-starved heart wanting to cling to something familiar.

His eyes roamed over her in the dim light of the morning sun. He’d be lying if he didn’t think she was the most beautiful person he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

They’d kept in contact. Texting mostly, but occasionally, they’d call each other. He must've reached out last night.

He felt ultimately dirty being beside her in looks alone. He was at least twice her age and thinking about that made him feel ancient.

At that moment he realized he was only in his boxers.

Mind reeling, his thoughts foggy and out of order. He vaguely remembered going to the bar and drinking, then getting irritated.. but then there was a flurry of her.

Her laughter against his skin, her dazzling smile pointed at him, her hands touching and prodding him –

He blinked, his eyelids suddenly feeling like they weighed a ton. Maybe if he went back to sleep, he’d wake up alone again. The mirage of Laura Fucking Kearney in only a pair of short athletic shorts and a bralette would be gone and he could wallow in his thoughts.

He closed his eyes.

••••

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, the room becoming brighter over time.

Her hand clenched and unclenched, then he felt her cold nose on the side of his neck. The tiniest exhale blowing over his skin.

“Morning,” she croaks out, a soft brush of her lips on his throat makes him tense up, even more so when she shifts her lower half against the erection he’d been ignoring due to the disbelief that she was actually here, “And morning to you, too.”

“How’d you know I was awake? Haven’t even opened up those baby blues of yours.” He scoffs lightly as his palm slowly slides back and forth over the curve of her hip, his own eyes are hardly even open, “Morning.”

“Mm, well,” she brushes her hand through his chest hair, “Logical answer: your breathing pattern changed. Fun answer-“ she smirks and rolls slowly against him, drawing out the friction. “Your cock is super noticeable when it’s twitching against my stomach.”

“Sorry,” he scoots back, ashamed, angling himself away from her, but she makes a soft noise and follows him. “Did I..? Did we….?”

“Didn’t say anything about having to move away,” she wrapped her arms around his middle, laying her head on his chest. “No, we didn’t have sex, Travis. You were so fucking out of it, I was afraid you’d not make it home in one piece.”

He licks his lips and swallows, “I don’t remember much, feels like I was hit by a Mack truck.”

“With the amount of shots you did? May as well have.” She laughs a little too brightly, causing a twinge in Travis’ head. “Want a retelling of the misadventures of Travis Hackett?”

“Fuck,” He groans, turning his head away from her, looking at the wall. “Yeah, yeah… keep poking fun at me.”

She adjusts herself so that’s she’s slightly perched on his chest, her arms crossed over the other as they smooth across the small, yet coarse hairs on his chest. “Hey, look at me.”

He doesn’t, just grits his teeth a smidge. He doesn’t dare look at her, he knows if he does, his heart will soften.

“Travis,” she nudges him, “Look at me, please.”

Stubborn and stubborn don’t mix well, so Laura has another idea. With a roll of her eyes, she pushes up and straddles him, sitting her ass firmly in his lap. She feels him shudder underneath her and she watches as his gaze bolts back to her in a panic. His dark eyes are so open, emotion flowing free, instead of the closed off looks she usually got.

“What’re you doing?” His voice seems to squeeze out of him, his hands are on the meatiest part of her thighs, his fingers twitching slightly with a need to touch.

“Getting your attention, obviously,” she rolls her eyes again, shaking her head, “Travis, you do realize that you are a good guy, right?”

He seems to deflate as he sighs, “Laura, I don’t need a pep talk. You don’t need-“

“Nuh uh, listen to me,” she shushes him with a finger to his lips, then cradles both sides of his face so he has to continue to look at her, “You are a selfless, kind man who needs to work on his talking skills.”

“You’re iron willed, a man of action who will get done what he wants done no matter the timing.”

“You’re stubborn and hardheaded… something that hits a little close to home,” she smiles down at him, and she swears she saw the tiniest fracture of his mouth curve up. Looking into his eyes, she sees the want of affection oozing out of those puppy dog eyes, “I’m not ‘poking fun’ at you to be mean, you know. Have you ever heard of flirting? It’s this cool new thing where people show their interest in people that they like.”

“Uh huh,” He grumbles, his thumbs padding circles slowly on her skin, the small black shorts she wore allowed her strong thighs to be on full view, “That’s usually reserved for kids, isn’t it? Not an old man.”

“I don’t see any old men around here,” she grins, making a show of looking around the room before leaning until her stomach is flushed with his, his warmth made her body sing, “All I see is my hungry, little grumpy bear who needs a little bit of honey.”

He whines, moving his hands to rest on her back, just below her shoulder blades. “Laura, please think about what you’re saying. You don’t want me.”

“You don’t think I’ve thought about this? About how much of a fucking taboo people think this is outside of these walls?” She lets out a huff, inching closer to his face, “No one else matters. This is only between you and me. Fuck them.”

He exhaled shallowly, their eyes locked. “But won’t you be embarrassed to be seen with.. well, me?”

Her eyes flick down and then over his face, “Definitely not, I like you, Travis. You make me feel good whenever we hangout, I like the feel of your hand on me when I walk in front of you on a crowded street, I like the sound of my name on your lips.” she sighs, “Fuck whatever anyone else thinks about it.”

She gently leans in before he can say anything, pressing her lips to his and then withdrawing with scorching cheeks, “I also happen to like how you look, so don’t be throwing all that old man shit around.”

He surges after her lips with a whine, smashing them back together. She opens her mouth in surprise, both of them moaning at the warm, wet contact.

Travis pulls back, sighing as she presses her forehead against his, “Okay, okay.”

She presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose as she adjusts herself, “You good?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I think I’m ready for that story.”

Laura laughs, snuggling into his chest, tucking herself under his chin now, “Mm, okay.”

“Grouchy as all hell, you arrived after work. You’d texted me and I was hoping we were going to hangout, but you seemed pissed,” she went quiet, “I might have suggested…a shot or two, to.. uh, lighten the mood.”

Travis snorted.

She closed her eyes and made an irritated noise, “Okay, you might’ve been drunk off your ass and did a couple body shots.”

He opens his mouth, mortified, but no words come out.

“Don’t worry, you were a complete gentleman,” she patted his chest, “A little sloppy, but you get so cute and clingy when you’re drunk, Trav.”

“Was the bar busy?” He almost whispers, afraid of how much he could have embarrassed himself in front of the townsfolk who all knew him.

“It wasn’t that bad,” she replies, “Some sort of game was going on, so most of the guys were paying attention to that and not the blonde girl in the other room getting salt and alcohol licked off of her stomach.”

He shuddered again, licking his lips. “You don’t seem to be hungover.”

“Didn’t drink,” she sighs, “Well, we shared a shot, but I wanted to make sure we both got out of there safely. You could say the nagging of a certain cop was in my ear all night.”

“Mm, good girl,” a hint of a chuckle, “Thank you.. for being there. For caring.”

“Of course,” she purred, “I had to wrangle the keys to your place off you, you seemed to think it was a fun game and kept pushing me against the door and kept ‘frisking’ me.”

“M’sorry,” his eyes drop, “Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she pressed a kiss to the column of his neck, “You were just a big mushy monster who wanted some affection.”

“We showered, got you all cleaned up and ready to go to sleep,” she exhaled, “And then we went to bed.”

She doesn’t tell him about the fact that he had told her that he loved her before they drifted off to sleep. While her heart soared at the confession, she didn’t want that to be the first time he said it to her. She didn’t want it to be because he was weakened by alcohol.

She wanted it full and hearty, in an expression that shook her from the core.

They’re both quiet, just listening to each other’s breathing.

“You think Tony has those breakfast sandwiches this morning?” She whispers, a smile on her lips, “I’m starving.”

“Can’t have you going hungry,” He squeezes her to his chest as he kisses her temple, “Let’s go check it out, ma’am.”

She smiled at him, sitting on the edge of his bed, “Can I borrow one of your shirts?”

“Take whatever you want,” he grunts as he gets up, “Didn’t think you’d ask, you usually just take.”

“Hm,” she stands and looks through his drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt with some sort of graphic for a band and throwing it on, “Yeah, well, things change.”

His chest pangs when she turns around and looks back at him. Even in his groggy state, she was everything to him, everything he had left in this world, “You did take one thing from me without asking awhile back.”

“Yeah?” She looks at him quizzically as he pulls in a pair of jeans, getting closer to him, “And what was that?”

He wets his lip, and shakily grabs her hand and places it back over his rapidly beating chest, “You took my heart.”

The smile she gave him was blinding and he wasn’t ready for her to tackle him back onto the bed, smothering him with kisses. It was an intense affair that left them both breathless.

A loud gurgle from Laura’s stomach however made him chuckle and withdraw from her.

“Breakfast time,” she smiled, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek.

“Breakfast time,” he agreed, taking her hand in his.

She interlocked their fingers and made their way downstairs. Happiness bubbling between the two.

Meme Challenge by @capochiino

Hello everyone! Here is the current state and progress of the challenge! 🌚 I hope you like 'em

Dylan is still not quite ready and i will colour them in once I’m done, but those are the sketches so far.

We have still some free spots: A1; A3; B3 and C2

It starts because of the nightmares.

Laura starts having them in rapid frequency and they're always extremely intense. Interestingly enough they have nothing to do with werewolves or her imprisonment.

Instead they're more abstract and bizarre and she read that her hormones are no doubt to blame - a sort of 'pregnancy brain' taking hold of her REM cycles.

At first she tries to deal with it on her own, waking up gasping and clicking on her bedside lamp, telling herself over and over to relax, that they're just nightmares and they're nothing to get so worked up about.

But as they continue, they start to really interfere with her rest and she knows it can't be good for the baby.

This leaves Laura with one option, one she finds extremely embarrassing, but one she feels she'll have to overcome for her child's sake.

"Travis?" She asks into his dark room quietly. She hears nothing, not even snores (and she would have pegged him as the snoring type), and she strains her eyes, trying to pick him out.

He has a rather large bed with a huge fluffy comforter and more pillows than necessary. It's actually because of the pillows that it takes her a moment to pick him out

He's buried beneath a few and as she carefully treads in, she does her best not to alarm him. Apparently she fails, as he suddenly shoots upright, holding out his hand like he has a gun in it.

He doesn't (thank God), but she gets the impression he used to, as he makes a few disgruntled sounds before asking in a confused, sleepy slur, "L'ra?'

"Yes, it's me."

Travis lets out a grumpy sound and rubs at his face, "Mm'doin here?"

Laura picks up the gist of it, "I...I had a bad dream. Been-been having them a lot lately..."

She feels both stupid and anxious, yet she forces herself to ask, "C-can I sleep in here?"

Travis breathes in deep and sits up more. Even in the dark, Laura can tell his hair is a mess. He fumbles around until he turns on a lamp and he looks exhausted, but cognizant enough to interact, "Sleep here?"

"Yeah, I mean...if you don't mind?"

"Sure." He says as if it's no big deal and then he goes to get up, Laura holds out a staying hand, "What are you doing?"

"You-?" He rubs at his eyes, clearly trying to wake up more, "You said you wanted to sleep here."

"Well, yeah..."

"So, I mean, s'weird, but if you think sleeping here'll be better but 's fine. Just gonna go crash on the couch..."

"Oh! Ah! No..." Laura feels her stomach twist, feels her face flush, "I-I was hoping you...you'd sleep in here too."

Travis looks both sleepy and befuddled, "Um, floor's not great for my back-?"

"I don't want you to sleep on the floor!" Laura comes across sharply, because he has to be pulling her leg now, right? Travis can be dense, but not this dense, "I-? I want you to stay where you are."

If Travis is pulling her leg, he's really playing it to the hilt, because he just looks more confused. Laura sighs, "Your bed is big enough! I stay on my side, you on yours..."

"You-?" He says it so haltingly, "Want to share the bed?"

"Yes, officer. If that's okay." The sarcasm is dry and full of annoyance. Travis just huffs, "Not an officer anymore."

"Okay, well-?"

It hangs there, unanswered, and she feels like someone needs to say something, "You can put up a pillow wall between us if you need-!"

"No, I don't-?" He lets out a few gruff sounds and knocks the covers aside, "Just-?"

He gestures to the open space before curling up neatly (and tightly) on the opposite side. Laura lets out a breath and a 'thank you' before clambering in.

They both stick to their ends, but the air holds tension for some time. Eventually one or both of them succumbs to the weight of sleep and that's that.

In the morning, when the sunlight streams in, Laura wakes up and finds Travis gone. He's gone, but she's...refreshed. She actually did sleep well the rest of the night.

So, the concession was worth it. Laura's sure that once will be enough.

It isn't.

The next night she tries to sleep in her room alone only for the nightmares to return. Once she wakes up a third time that same night, shaky and disoriented, she decides to give up the ghost.

Laura goes to Travis's room, but doesn't wake him this time, as she notices he's to one side again. Instead she crawls in and makes sure to put pillows between them just in case, just to ensure she doesn't alarm him.

If he's alarmed, she never knows it, because the next day she just wakes up alone again, not one word from him.

Thus they settle into a new routine of sharing the bed.

It's not something they talk about - it's like when they share meals or spend time in the same room together, watching television or reading or whatever. It's this unspoken, amicable agreement they've just come to.

Either Travis or Laura will go to bed first and then the other will follow. They've each claimed a side and they sleep together - same room, same bed - no big deal.

Until one morning when Laura wakes up feeling warm and wonderful. Her thoughts are hazy, but she knows she's in someone's arms - she's not sure whose, because she's in that moment of wakefulness where she's not entirely aware of her surroundings.

She's not even entirely sure of who she is, just that instinctual feeling of cozy happiness one finds after a good night's rest and a gentle awakening. But, as her thoughts become more solid, more stable, she realizes that she can only be in one set of arms

Travis.

His name leaps to her mind, almost bursting from her mouth, as her eyes pop open wider and, sure enough, Travis Hackett's arms are circled around her, holding her as closely as a child would hold a beloved stuffed animal.

Laura tenses up, wondering what exactly to do. Flipping out isn't going to help the situation and, frankly, it's...nice. It's been so long since she's been held, touched.

It's surprising how much one can miss physical contact from another person. Laura never appreciated it until she lost it. So, now, in his arms, she almost wants to languish here, enjoy the feeling.

And, selfishly, she does for some time. Eventually, however, she untangles herself from him gently. He doesn't wake up, but she does take note of a displeased wrinkle forming between his eyebrows - as if, even in sleep, he notices the loss

As if he's upset by it.

Laura valiantly ignores this.

It was a strange one off. No big deal. Their spooning. Big whoop. She's just going to forget all about it.

But then it happens again. And again.

Laura doesn't talk to him about it and, if he's ever caught himself doing it, he doesn't talk to her about it. Again, an unspoken thing

It's not as if it's anything overtly romantic or sexual.

Until, of course, it is.

Emmrich and Salem having some time together in the professor‘s room.🤭

C1 Kaitlynn 🥺

Oh I totally see her there 😂

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