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The Warmth of Your Arms are My Cocoon

Summary:

Morning light dapples in through the gaps while a 6ft (Lady Luck smiled down on him today!) tall gambler latches himself on your back like a leech. And he refuses to let you start your day.

. . or . .

Chance is forcing you to stay in bed with him because he craves cuddles.

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Sunlight flutters in from the gaps of the curtains, seeping into and filling the bedroom with a welcoming soft, warm glow. The sheets are rumpled and the blankets are even fallen off the bed onto the cold ground.

Though, it's all obsolete when you have a now 6ft (the height change everyday is now something to be expected) gambler attached to your back. A very cuddly gambler, that is.

Chance's arms wrap around your waist as he hums softly to himself, making no move to get up and release his poor lover. Even going as far as to tighten his grip when he feels a slight shift, like a paranoid dog.

The moment you peer your eyes open reluctantly, the gambler's stupidly smiley face greets you. He grins happily as you awake from your slumber, giving you an affectionate peck on the cheek, "Good morning~" he murmurs in a sing-song tone, giggling quietly at the look you give him, "Sleep well? Hope ya did."

Chance yelps softly when you give him a flick on the face, staring at you in confusion. After processing the small aggression, he immediately puts on a show of acting completely pathetic and sad like a kicked puppy, "Waahh.. I was just trying to be a good partner!" He frowns dramatically, hands fisting in the back of your pyjamas, "You're so mean-uhh.." He laments playfully whilst pulling you closer, actions rivalling words.

"But, as your amazing lover, I'll forgive you.. just this once." The gambler buries his face in your shoulder and laughs quietly, seemingly amused at his prior drama, "You know I'll still love ya~" His voice is mischievous in the way that's infuriating yet endearing as he pulls away to look at you in the eyes.

His voice lowers to a sincere, heartfelt tone, "I'm being serious, alright?" His words trail off to a yawn of sleepiness, "I just.. wanna stay here with ya. I'm not taking any no's." A smile graces his face as his eyes flutter shut, falling back into another deep sleep in the presence of his beloved and the morning glow of the sun's rise.

Notes:

Can you guys tell I don't know how AO3 works ? I think it's . . it's really obvious isn't it . Nonetheless, we ball .

Excuse how short it is .

I did cringe while putting the tags , though . Someone explain how this works in baby terms for me . Please .

The title is a reference to a music artist , by the way .

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