Mapping out Galaxies
Inspired by this. Naturally, I let this fic get away from me and it turned into this. Also, this is for Vivian, Mina, Teal and Willow, for being endlessly patient and kind to me whenever I lost my mind to ConnorTim. You guys, as always, are the best ♥ :)
Summary: They’re a mess of tangled limbs, white sheets and warm skin, and Tim feels it’s as close to perfect as it’s ever going to be. Fluff and smut. Enjoy~
The first thing Tim notices as soon as he’s conscious enough to form cognitive thought is his surroundings: he’s lying on a bed in a room that isn’t his, that much is clear, but it’s a room that’s also in no way unfamiliar either. The place feels warm, comfortingly so, like the feeling Tim feels bubbling in his chest, making him want nothing more than to just sink back and let it encase him.