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“… because Hux is still in his arms. Not a ghost. Overly warm and
twitching through more bad dreams. Hiding against Kylo’s chest, having
rolled over to clutch at him. Hux wakes slightly when Kylo runs his
fingers through his hair, but not enough to really know where he is or
what’s going on. Hux activates his conscious mind only to check that
Kylo is with him. That Kylo is the one disordering his hair, keeping him
warm”
ᵂᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃˢʰᶦᵒⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵍᵒ ’ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʳᵘˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ
The size difference. Oh, the glorious size difference. When will it not get to me? Never, that’s what. In fact, here’s a paragraph I wrote about this exact situation, because it’s such a kink of mine:
Peter couldn’t tolerate it anymore. He went up to Wade and wrapped his arms around Wade’s shoulders—as far around Wade’s massive shoulders as they could go, anyhow—and basically hung from Wade’s giant frame like a tiny Christmas ornament. He swung there, his toes only just scraping the concrete as he buried his face in the warm hollow of Wade’s neck.
– From Wolves, a Spideypool story.
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