Snuggle of Course

It was getting late by the time we finished dinner, so we decided to go to bed. Grant chivalrously allowed me to use his bedroom to change into my pyjamas on my own. Upon realizing that I had "forgotten" to buy pyjamas, I decided that I would wear one of Grant's T-shirts (and nothing else) to bed. I looked over to Grant's bed and saw that it was a single. Given how small I was, it was possible that both of us would be able to fit, but we would need to snuggle very, very, very close together. Perfect.

I allowed Grant to make use of the bedroom to change, and then was shocked and horrified to see him leave the bedroom carrying a pillow and blanket, obviously preparing to sleep on the couch. I grabbed him by the arm as he passed, trying to pull him to a stop. He did stop, but it was more because he was kind rather than because I was strong enough to actually, physically stop him.

"Um, Grant," I said, "Would you mind if we slept together tonight?" He stopped moving entirely, standing perfectly still. I rushed on, "Not anything sexual," not yet, "but I just don't want to feel alone. Moving here is a big shift, and having someone near by would be ... comforting."

Grant nodded, but his face made it clear that he was in his own head, "I will gladly help you settle in," he said, his eyes snapping back in to focus, "and I swear that I will never touch you, or do anything to you, that would make you uncomfortable. Should I just stay with you until you fall asleep or -"

"The whole night," I cut him off, with vehemence that surprised me a little, "We sleep together the whole night. If I wake up and you aren't there, there's gonna be hell to pay."

He looked surprised at that, and then smiled in a way that nearly made my knees buckle, "The whole night it is. Should there be snuggling involved, as well?"

The teasing caught me so off guard that I blushed, looking down a little as I mumbled, "o-okay." I could see the good humour on his face get replaced instantly with concern. Damn you, stop being so caring and concerned and just hold me you perfect idiot.

My wishes were halfway answered as Grant slid up to me and wrapped his arms around me, still being caring and concerned of course. "I'm sorry," he said, "Was the teasing taking it too far? I-I was just trying to be playful, we really don't have to snuggle if you don't want to."

I pressed myself tighter against Grant and said, "I really, really, want to snuggle."