ext_14663 ([identity profile] hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] mayqueen517 2011-02-14 07:17 pm (UTC)

cuddle pollen 2/2

"You look...cozy," Ian says.

"Cuddles," is all Nicole can say back. Ian shrugs and sits on the floor in front of the couch, tilts his head back to rest against her leg.

*

Spencer's doing that thing where he finds something really adorable, but he doesn't want to, so he makes this kind of grimacey face and pretends he's annoyed.

"This is why I can't find anyone to play Mario Kart with?"

"Cuddles," Nicole says, I didn't mean to steal everyone but something's wrong and no one's listening and I can't say anything else. "Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles."

Spencer's brow furrows. "Nic?"

"Cuddles," she says again, and she wants to keep the distress out of her voice because Spencer worries and she can't exactly reassure him right now.

"Shit," he says, "the fucking - this is why Zack says not to eat the food, Nicole, Jesus."

He reaches in and wraps his arms around her, tugs her loose from the pile of his napping bandmates and lifts her up. Normally it's really super hot the way he carries her around, and also kind of super adorable and super romantic. Right now, though, her entire body starts itching the second they're not all touching her.

"Cuddles! Cuddles," she says, starts wriggling so he'll drop her and she can climb back onto the couch.

"I know, shh, I know, I'm just gonna take you to the back lounge so we can all cuddle you, okay?"

"Cuddles."

"I'm gonna take that as an 'okay, Spencer, you're so wise'," he says, and shakes the other three awake so they can join the cuddle party in the back.

*

Nicole wakes up sticky with sweat, curled up close to Spencer with Dallon draped over her back and Brendon and Ian's heads pillowed on her legs. It's like sleeping in a pile of puppies. Puppies who smell like they're all as sweaty as Nicole, why didn't someone turn the heat down.

"Feeling better?" Spencer asks, combing his fingers through her hair and obviously trying not to look as worried as he is.

"I think so, yeah," she says, and oh, awesome, words.

"Good," he says, kisses her softly.

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