More long minutes pass by (not long enough) and Daryl would never call it cuddling, but there's not another term for just laying together, occasionally shifting to a more comfortable position, just holding each other and trading soft kisses.
Daryl's procrastinating. Interesting.
"Gotta get some food into you," he mumbles after a while, sitting up on one elbow. One hand is still splayed over the other man's hip even though his brain is saying Knock this shit off and start the damn day. He rubs Paul's hip with his thumb. "Rick'll be looking for us soon."
(Spoilers Rick is more likely to lock them in there but sure okay, Daryl.)
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More long minutes pass by (not long enough) and Daryl would never call it cuddling, but there's not another term for just laying together, occasionally shifting to a more comfortable position, just holding each other and trading soft kisses.
Daryl's procrastinating. Interesting.
"Gotta get some food into you," he mumbles after a while, sitting up on one elbow. One hand is still splayed over the other man's hip even though his brain is saying Knock this shit off and start the damn day. He rubs Paul's hip with his thumb. "Rick'll be looking for us soon."
(Spoilers Rick is more likely to lock them in there but sure okay, Daryl.)