Peter is warm and heavy on Tom’s chest, his head tucked under Tom’s chin. Tom’s always woken up alone before (unless a grubby one-eyed New-York cat counts).
(ETA: Sorry about the edits! Wrote these in the same doc and managed to mess up the word count. *facepalm*)
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Date: 2012-04-16 09:35 pm (UTC)(ETA: Sorry about the edits! Wrote these in the same doc and managed to mess up the word count. *facepalm*)