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Marinette pulled the blanket more snuggly around her, curling into herself as the cold air hit her back.
The blanket tugged away from her again, the cool breeze sending shivers down her spine. She yanked it back over her, curling her arms up under her chin in sleepy annoyance.
The blanket moved back again and she sat up with a huff. If the kwami were messing with her sleep, she was going to do something drastic.
To her surprise, her boyfriend was beside her, trying to fit them both under the one-person square of fabric. Her demeanour softened as she took in her dozing boyfriend. He’d been working hard all week since the Arkham breakout; she could let him have the blanket this once.
Pulling another fuzzy blanket out of the bin by the sofa, she curled up in it, leaning into Tim’s side and resting her face on his shoulder. She pressed a kiss to his cheek before dozing off again. There was nowhere else she’d rather be, warm and safe with her love.