Just Right, by Lbilover

Originally written for the 2014 OTP Summer Dreams Month at Tol Eressea. Dedicated to Hildi, with thanks for removing Conan for me and replacing him with Sean. You're the best! *mwah* You'll find Hildi's adorable manip at the end of the story.

morning after2
morning after2

The first thing Sean says when he comes through the door is, "So, what's this I hear about you entertaining a strange man in our bed while I was gone?"

Elijah is pretty sure Sean is only teasing, but not one hundred percent sure. His partner's voice and face are somber. "You're not weirded out about it, are you?" he asks with a trace of worry. "We could have gone to a hotel, but somehow it seemed funnier to do it right here at home."

"In our bed?"

Uh-oh. "Shit, you are weirded out. Sean, I'm sorry. I should have asked you first. But it was all so spur of the moment, and it's not like anything happened. Fuck, a camera crew was six inches away the entire time."

"While Conan O'Brien spooned you in our bed."

Double uh-oh. A trickle of sweat runs down the back of Elijah's neck. He'd thought Sean was long since over his insecurity issues. Apparently not. "I, uh," Elijah begins, but Sean is off and walking, no, stalking, in the direction of their bedroom. Elijah hurries after him, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. "Sean..."

But Sean isn't listening. He goes straight to the bed and starts ruthlessly stripping it: comforter, flat sheet, fitted sheet, pillowcases. Convinced now that his partner is epically weirded out by Elijah's spooning session with the lanky late night talk show host, he can only watch in helpless dismay as Sean finds fresh sheets in the armoire and, with a precision that an army drill sergeant would have admired, remakes the bed. He doesn't so much as glance at Elijah until he's done, comforter spread out and smoothed flat save for a corner turned back on the right side, pillows plumped up by the headboard.

Then he fixes Elijah with a look and points at the bed. "You," he barks. "In. Bed. Now."

Elijah obeys with alacrity, not even caring that he's fully clothed save for shoes. He slides under the covers and turns onto his left side, pretty sure that that's where Sean will want him.

It is. Elijah hears muffled twin thumps as Sean kicks off his shoes and then he's in bed with Elijah, spooning up behind him and extending an arm across Elijah's waist.

"Mmm, I love the feel of cool, clean sheets," Sean murmurs, snuggling closer. "With just a hint of the lavender from our laundry detergent. It was probably too soon to change them, but now I'm glad I did."

Elijah cranes his neck around, catches the impish smile on Sean's face, clear even with his eyes tight shut. "You fucker!" he exclaims. "You absolute, total, complete, deceitful fucker! You weren't weirded out at all."

Sean's eyes pop open. They are twinkling with amusement. "Maybe I felt a tiny bit like the three bears when they got home and discovered that layabout Goldilocks, but of course I wasn't weirded out." He grins smugly. "You really thought I was serious, didn't you?"

"Academy Award winning material, Papa Bear," Elijah quips. Then he twists, lithe as a snake, and in the blink of an eye has Sean flat on his back and pinned to the mattress with his wrists pinioned beside his head. "You are so going to pay for that little performance."

"I am? Oh goodie! This is the part that always gets left out of the fairy tale."

"Not out of the x-rated version."

By the time Elijah is satisfied that Sean has sufficiently paid, the important clothes have been shed, the sheets are no longer fresh, and they're back where they started, spooned together, but now Elijah is relaxed and feeling as smug as - no, even smugger than - Sean.

"Did his feet dangle over the edge of the bed?" Sean asks in a sleepy post-coital voice.

"Yeah, and his arm was way too long. But yours is just right." Elijah hugs Sean's arm to him with a hum of content.

"That'll teach you to go sleeping with the wrong bear, Goldilocks," Sean says.

Elijah giggles, and holding Sean's hand securely in his own, they drift off to sleep.

morning after2
morning after2