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Getting a digital alarm clock was a mistake, really.
Jimmy turns over again to meet the bright red digits on the clock, 1:32 AM. He closes his eyes and presses into his partner’s chest, hoping the warmth radiating from him would be enough to lull him to rest.
It was not.
He’s not sure how long it is until he carefully maneuvers himself out from under the blanket away from Sausage’s firm hold. He pads to the kitchen with a heavy sigh, shoulders slumped with sleep that his eyes won’t reciprocate.
It’s almost clockwork, the smooth way Jimmy glides around the kitchen, filling the kettle with water and letting it heat as he plucks his favorite mug from the cabinets. Bumpy, with little fish ingrained into it with a curved codfish for a handle. He remembers the pottery date with a fond smile, Sausage challenging him to make mugs for each other.
The other’s mug is tucked away in the cabinet, well used with a slight chip in the handle. Jimmy teased the other relentlessly for chipping his hard work.
A sharp whistle tears Jimmy away from his reminiscing and he carefully pours the hot water over the teabag. He’s almost glad for the absent sleep in his eyes, he probably would’ve burned himself by now.
His eyes flit to the door as he takes a sip, chuckling at the sight of his husband. Hair tousled and eyes heavy with sleep as he yawns with his entire body. Jimmy sets his mug down as Sausage shuffles over, burly arms wrapping around the former’s waist.
“ Did I wake you ? “
“ It was cold without you, “ If not for the slight guilt that seeped into Jimmy’s system he would’ve laughed at the other’s voice, whiney, and thick with sleep.
“ I’m sorry, “ a kiss to the nose.
Sausage just grumbles and pulls the other close, burying his face into Jimmy’s neck. “ You can go back to bed, bear. I’ll be there soon. “ He hums, carding his finger through thick brown.
“ Nope. “ Sausage responds, pulling away with newfound energy. “ If your insomnia is going to kick your ass I might as well let it kick mine too. “ He grins before sliding Jimmy’s phone from his waistband, unlocking with his thumbprint.
“ Sausage, “ Jimmy frowns, trying and failing to take his phone back. “ I don’t want you to lose sleep because of me. “
“ And I don’t want you to lose sleep period so I guess we’re at a stalemate. “ Sausage retaliates and Jimmy recognizes the sound of the speaker connecting.
The music blasts for two seconds, screeching his ears and definitely waking up the animals. Sausage lets out a string of curses and apologies as he turns the volume down. Jimmy cackles in an unfiltered way, loud and joyous.
Sausage thinks maybe he could watch him laugh like this forever, or maybe make that mistake a thousand times again to see the crinkle of Jimmy’s eyes and hear the sound of his laugh. It’s a few minutes before Jimmy catches his breath, leaning on the counter and wiping tears from his eyes.
“ Are you done laughing at my misery ? “
“ Never. “ He giggles, letting the other pull him into an embrace. Relishing the warmth and taking in a deep breath, letting that warmth consume him and seep past his being, a feeling he’d never replace.
“ Let me romance you like I wanted to before the disaster. “ Sausage demands lightly, swaying the other to the quiet music.
“ Romancing me was the plan ? “
“ Since day one. “ Sausage whispers, pressing their foreheads together. The gentle sway and assurance that the other is there washes Jimmy in a sense of sleep, eyelids closed and humming along to the song.
“ You put on our first dance song on purpose, didn’t you ? “
“ You know me too well. “
Jimmy just laughs and presses their lips together, relishing the feeling that is his husband. Arms are snaked loosely up and around broad shoulders and holds are tightened as they just exist together.
And Jimmy thinks he’s okay with that, as Sausage leads him back to bed with the promise of making him tea in the morning. He’s okay with existing together.
He’s okay.