"Aren't there any more blankets?" Grell whined, already wrapped in three.

"If you want more, you're welcome to get up and search for yourself." William snapped back. He was in a worse mood than usual. It was the coldest day in anyone's memory, and even being swaddled together on the couch did little to stave off the biting chill.

Grell, apparently having decided it wasn't worth it to get up, nestled into his shoulder and quickly fell asleep. Normally Will would have pushed her away, but he was far too tired and cold to start an argument. Besides - though he would never admit it - William couldn't say he minded this situation at all.

He allowed himself to try leaning back under the pile of blankets. Soon he was lying down on the plush sofa, Grell on his chest breathing softly into his neck. Different, strange, but not exactly unpleasant.

Will's eyelids drooped. If he was caught like this he'd never hear the end of it, but as for now he might as well enjoy it while it lasted. He pulled the blankets tighter around them and sunk into a blissful sleep.