returnsandreturns:

i’m gonna try to write something fluffy for you before i fall asleep, please hold

“Can we stay like this forever?” Matt murmurs, like he’s joking but his voice is soft and he looks happy when Foggy sits up just enough to see the sleepy smile on his face.

“Library closes in an hour, Matty,” he says.

“Shit,” Matt says, a little more awake. “That was a long nap.”

It’s the week before they’re supposed to take the bar exam and Matt declared that he wasn’t leaving the library until somebody dragged him out.  Foggy’s willing to drag him if necessary, but it seemed better to coerce Matt onto the floor to make the most of their time and take a nap in the quitest part of the library, using their bags as pillows.

He woke up with Matt a lot closer to him than when he fell asleep, right up against his side. Matt seems–weirdly okay with it.

“Well, you learn stuff good when you sleep occasionally,” he says, nudging Matt with his elbow and laughing when Matt makes a sad, hurt noise. “C’mon, let’s go home and take another nap.” 

“No,” Matt moans, turning on his side enough to hide his face in Foggy’s shoulder. “No moving.”

“Matthew,” Foggy says, with nothing resembling heat, moving on tired instinct to pull Matt into a hug and trying to be cool when Matt hugs him back, moving so he’s partially on top of Foggy. 

They settle like that for a few long moments until Matt says, hesitantly, like he just woke up, “Are we–are we cuddling right now?”

“Sure seems like it,” Foggy says, patting him on the head.

“Okay,” Matt says. “Okay, cool.”

Foggy would use a stronger word than cool but that also works. 

“Thirty more minutes,” he says, yawning, “but you have to answer a question first.” 

“Shoot,” Matt says, hesitantly.

“Do you really want to stay like this forever?” 

Matt’s breath catches and he takes his time but, eventually, he sits up enough to get closer to Foggy’s face, which makes heat flare up in Foggy’s cheeks. 

“We can’t have sex yet,” he says, a little hysterically. 

“…sure,” Foggy says, almost choking. “Is that–in the cards?”

Matt groans softly and leans down to kiss him, messy and sweet, shaky fingers buried in Foggy’s hair, before saying close to his mouth, “If you want, Foggy, I want–I want everything. After we’re lawyers, though. No sex and–no more kissing.”

“One more kiss,” Foggy says, pulling Matt down to kiss him again. 

“…okay, maybe two,” Matt agrees, after the first one.