broadsword_babe

Question taken from James Lipton's "Inside the Actors' Studio" interviews.

What sound or noise do you love?

I cracked open an eye, trying to remember where I was. I knew I wasn't in my bedroom in Scotland, nor was I in Gavin's old room at his house in Scranton. A long bank of windows stood opposite the foot of the bed and I realized I was upstairs in the third floor bedroom, nor was I alone in bed. A light snore and a half-audible murmur drew my attention to the other side of the bed: Gavin. He was lying flat on his back with his arm stretched out straight. I rolled over to face him, content to watch him sleep for a few minutes before snuggling against him, my head fitting perfectly into the hollow below his shoulder. His heartbeat was strong and slow against my ear. I slid my arm across his stomach, loving the feel of his warm skin and toned muscles.

"Hey, now. Tha' tickles," he protested sleepily. "Y'alrigh?"

His groggy, husky, caring and downright sexy voice made me smile as I cuddled closer.

"Never better," I replied honestly, sighing.

The steady ebb and flow of his breathing and the thud of his heart lulled me back into a peaceful sleep where nothing and no one could hurt me.

{OOC: Gavin borrowed with mun's permission & this is considered 100% meta, unless Gav says differently.}

( Quinn's Original Answer )