Ash sat comfortably between Elijah's legs, leaning back against Elijah's chest, while Elijah rested against the headboard of the bed.
They were both tucked under a soft, warm blanket, the cool night air outside making the cosiness of their bed feel even more inviting.
Elijah's hands were resting on Ash's stomach, lightly rubbing his belly. His hands were cold from washing dishes, making Ash shudder slightly but not move away.
"Your hands are freezing," Ash murmured, his voice soft and sleepy as he nuzzled further into Elijah's warmth.
Elijah chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the back of Ash's head. "Sorry, love. Just finished cleaning up the kitchen." His hands moved gently over Ash's belly, the sensation both soothing and slightly ticklish.
