love, be good to me by romanticashale Morning light seeps through the curtains, its luminous rays painting spots of warmth across the bed. Sunday makes a soft sound in his throat and shifts, his body slipping further into the middle of the mattress where more warmth awaits him. Strong arms drag him closer, cocoon him in safety. He mumbles something incoherent, not quite awake, and a responding mumble soothes him. Lips press into the curve of his neck as hard muscle holds him. Gallagher surrounds him so completely, and Sunday wants…. Wants… Gallagher. Gallagher is still here. He's in Sunday's bed, wrapped around him like a blanket, and kissing his bare skin in the morning light. galladay, rated m, 1.5k
some soft #galladay because i have been thinking about them a lot lately | #halefic #transsunday
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