Date: 2012-08-28 03:11 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] notacleverspy.livejournal.com
One shirtless spy stood staring nonplussed at the note left for him. "...Do not own pyjamas?" he muttered to himself. "Who does not own pyjamas, really?" And why his shirt? Didn't the sniper have shirts too? Or one of her own?

He popped the hanger back in the wardrobe as he considered. When it clicked, he was disappointed at himself for not thinking of it sooner, though he was inclined to blame his tired brain.

She was sleeping in his shirt, possibly nothing but his shirt, and of all the people who's shirts she could have chosen, she picked his.

He went to bed with a goofy grin and a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest that night.

September 2013

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