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Summary:

After a nightmare, Ilya decides to go on a little walk. Shane is stubborn and in love with Ilya.

That's it.

Notes:

I genuinely just thought of this and wanted to write and share it. It's a very quiet fic, i would say.

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Nightmares are not something new for Ilya. He has had them for most of his life, at this point. Sometimes they are really bad, but for the most part he has grown past that stage of his life. The dreams range from super realistic “wake up in a cold sweat and think about it for the next few days — or weeks” to simply waking up in the middle of the night with no idea why.

Tonight, or rather this morning, was one of the latter. Ilya looked over to the clock that read “2:38”. He returned his face back to the back of Shane’s head, breathing in his shampoo. He tried to move closer to Shane, wrapping his leg more around him and moving the arm that was not currently being used as a pillow to wrap more around Shane’s waist. Ilya tried to fall back asleep, timing his breaths with his husband.

Every time he tried to fall back asleep, he couldn’t. He felt too…antsy? After his third time almost falling asleep and startling back awake, he decided to go on a walk. Some fresh air and moving his body was sure to calm him down enough. He carefully unwrapped himself from Shane, being sure to not move him too much.

He slowly moved around their room in the dark, quietly thankful that Shane had reminded him to pick up Anya’s toys. He loves his daughter, but her toys hurt to step on. As he was pulling his shorts on, he heard Shane shift a few times. Ilya stilled. Shane groaned and felt around the empty spot Ilya left behind him. He slowly blinked awake.

 

“Ilya?” Shane asked, still half-asleep.

“Shit, извини sorry . I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Shane squints at the clock, “Where are you going?”

“Just a quick walk, I’ll be back soon.”

Shane rubbed his eyes and sat up, “It’s late.”

 

Ilya sighs, accepting that Shane will, as always, not let this go. This is what he gets for falling in love with someone more stubborn than he is. He walks over to Shane and rests a hand on his head. Shane leans into him, closing his eyes and breathing softly.

 

“Yes, so you should go back to sleep.”

 

Shane grunts in disagreement.

 

“I am just taking a walk around the neighborhood, I will not be long. Okay?”

He dips down to give Shane a quick kiss on his head and gently guides him back to laying down. Ilya goes back to their dresser to look for socks.

 

“Wait,” Shane yawns. “Give me a minute, let me get dressed.”

“Shane, you don’t need to do that. Sleep.”

“Well, I want to.” He got out of bed and walked up to Ilya. He gave Ilya a quick kiss, “so, wait.”

Ilya couldn’t help but smile. Going on a walk with his husband is better than going alone. He watched as Shane threw clothes on, still yawning and trying to wake himself up. 

 

“You sure you won’t fall asleep on the walk?” Ilya joked.

“Oh fuck off,” Shane pushed past Ilya to the door, “Come on.”

 

~~~

 

Ilya swung their hands back and forth as they walked. The cool night air calmed him, and the warmth of Shane next to him comforted him. He always enjoys these moments with Shane. Well, technically he enjoys all his moments with Shane. He just enjoys the quiet, private moments the most. They are sacred.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Shane asks.

“Was just dumb dream.”

Shane kissed the back of Ilya’s hand and they fell back into a comfortable silence.

The night air really reminded Ilya of having a nice cigarette outside. “God, that would be nice right now,” he thought to himself. “I wonder if I could sneak–”

 

“You don’t need a cigarette. Don’t even think about it.”

“What the fuck?”

“You were thinking about it, weren’t you?”

“...No.”

 

Then Shane laughed and Ilya had no choice but to stop and kiss him.

 

" Спасибо Thank you ,” Ilya whispered in between kisses.

Shane let his head fall onto Ilya’s shoulder, “Mmm, you’re welcome.” He yawned again and leaned back to look at Ilya. “Race you.” He pushed off of Ilya and took off.

~~~

Despite Shane’s head start, Ilya won. It helped that he was definitely more awake than Shane, but he would never admit that to Shane. After they freshened up and settled back into bed, Shane held Ilya’s face in his hands. 

 

“Feel better?”

Ilya nodded, eyelids feeling heavier.

 

“Good,” Shane kissed him. “Good night.”

“Good night.”



Notes:

I hope u liked it :p

Извини - "iz-vih-knee" - sorry
Спасибо - "spa-sea-bah" - thank you