Archive of Our Own

His warm lap had become my sanctuary these days. He condemned his own little cat naps at first, but I coaxed him gently into allowing himself to rest his head for a while. So, he'd sit in that grand armchair with a quilt and a hot cup of tea from his niece, and he'd sip until his eyelids were lead-heavy and sinking. Then, while he was on the border of sleep, I would slip off my day shoes and shimmy between his arms. I found I fit perfectly atop his broad thighs and even better wrapped in his strong arms.