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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: Gawain/Tristan.
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Ideas originated with the movie, not me.
Notes: For evil_jacquie in return for the lovely banners.
Summary: Fluffiest of the fluffy. Tristan and Gawain snuggling like only sleepy twentysomething men can.
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Tristan dimly registered the snuffling, but didn’t fully wake till the sneeze. He rolled over, hit Gawain’s shoulder, and took a moment to crawl over it before he looked down at the other man. “Cold?”
“Huh? No, ‘s fine, that’s finally gone.” Gawain’s eyes didn’t open. He just worked himself around to burrow into the pillow, one arm casually slinging over Tristan’s side. “Feather got into my nose. Think, anyway.”
A quick glance at Gawain’s other side told Tristan it wasn’t a feather; he made a note to kick out some of the squirrels in the morning. For now, he picked off the clump of fluffy fur and flicked it into the trashcan. “So you don’t need any cold medicine?”
“Only if you want me passed out all over the place again,” Gawain snorted. His arm pulled at Tristan. “Think I’m more fun when I’m awake.”
“Hmm.” Tristan ducked under the other man’s half-hearted cuff and rolled beneath the blankets till he’d once again perfectly situated himself against Gawain. They could test that out later, when they were both up.
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