Ooh okay how about Olivarry + #27
27 - “You’re so clingy, i love it.” (thanks for the prompt, mike!)
This is all still new, so Oliver’s still getting used to waking up to a warm body pressed against his back, legs tangled together underneath the sheets and an arm snaked around his waist, holding on tightly.
He’s pretty sure Barry doesn’t do it on purpose. The speedster just tends to seek out heat during the night, and Oliver’s naturally warm-blooded, so he’s the perfect source, really. Not that he minds. It’s nice, actually. Really nice.
And maybe – just maybe – he likes the way that it feels when Barry holds onto him like he means something. Like he’s wanted. He hopes Barry knows that it’s mutual.
He twists, untangling them ever so slightly so that he can face his boyfriend, who lets out a sleepy snuffle and takes the first opportunity to draw himself back in, one leg folded around Oliver’s and his nose buried in his neck.
Oliver lets out a huff of amusement, his thumb skimming over Barry’s cheek. “You’re so clingy.”
“Sorry,” Barry mumbles sleepily in return, not sounding even remotely sorry. There’s a slight quirk to his lips that tells Oliver that the little shit’s more awake than he’s making himself out to be.
He rolls his eyes – but doesn’t really complain. “You’re lucky I love it.”
“Mm, less talk. More sleep.”
It’s funny – Oliver’s never been one for waking up and going back to sleep again. His usual policy is that once he’s up, he’s up. Sleep’s always been a necessity, not a luxury.
But with Barry pressed against him, stroking a line of tingles up and down his spine with his index finger, his breath warm on Oliver’s neck – well, it really doesn’t take much for him to relax his muscles and let the feeling of warmth and fatigue drag him under once more.