Literature
Ass-Creed: Stop
Looking around, Desmond was confused. Something had woken him, and he couldn't see anything wrong.
The room was silent, his own nervous breath coupled with Shaun's even breathing the only sounds. Lowering his head to the pillow, Desmond shifted, arm sliding back into place around Shaun's waist.
He stared at the sleeping man's face for a moment, and smiled. Shaun looked so unguarded and innocent in sleep. Fighting a yawn back, Desmond relaxed, his eyes staring ahead blankly.
The smirking face above him made no sense. Desmond blinked, but it wasn't going away.
"Can't sleep?"
"Fuck off. Shaun's sleeping." Desmond hissed back. The face turne