It didn’t take much effort to quietly slip through the apartment and into the
bedroom. Shedding clothing next to the bed while its owner slept on, unknowing,
Sephiroth was fairly confident of his welcome regardless of the predawn hour.
The safe smells of Zack, and slightly fusty gym socks, wore down on his
residual nervous energy and frustrations until all that remained was
contentment, and a healthy measure of exhaustion.
He slipped between the sheets until he was able to fit himself carefully against
the dark haired man’s back, carefully slipping an arm underneath the warm
weight of the officer until he could wrap himself loosely around the familiar
bulk. The SOLDIER grunted a little with the intrusion, partially waking
up just long enough to mutter something about irritating insomniac commanders
before passing out again. Assured that his presence was allowed, desired
even, Sephiroth tucked himself closer. Willfully pressing his face against the
tanned skin of Zack’s shoulder, he inhaled the soothing scent of him, and
drifted off to sleep.