He sank onto the bed, his body feeling like dead weight.

he was tired. His muscles ached and were tense from stress. His mind was weary, his thoughts of work family and other stressors.

There was movement from the other side of the bed, arms slipped around him. A thigh wrapped itself around his waist. Soft silky hair, warm scented skin , lush curves seductively moulding to his hard body.

she felt like heaven, the ebb and flow of her energy  moving over him, calming the chaos within him.  the tension in his body slowly melted away, scattering  his thoughts.

He breathed in deeply, as a sense of peace of filled him.

He tucked her head under his chin and curled his fingers in her hair.

Eyes drifting closed, he slept.

In the arms of an angel.

  •  Lately i have been having this image of M being stressed out. Not having enough sleep. finding peace and comfort in my arms. (i wish) of course this drabble doesnt do the image justice ♥



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