I yawned as the end credits for Tangled rolled on screen, and stretched out my legs. When Ludwig had arrived, it was two in the afternoon, and a quick glance at my phone told me it was now ten at night.

In that time, we had marathoned Disney, eaten dinner (I had cooked), and possibly devoured our own body weight in popcorn. Well, I know I had, but Ludwig was six foot three, and very... muscular. Very. Also, I had managed to aquire a blanket, and had it wrapped tightly around me.

Yawning, I stretched out on the sofa and froze up when I realized that I was half leaning on Ludwig, my head resting a little on his shoulder. I swallowed a lump in my throat, then allowed myself to lean on him, nuzzling slightly into the crook of his neck, my auburn locks brushing against his skin. Surprisingly, I had expected more of a reaction from Ludwig, but I realized why there was none from a quick upwards glance.

The German's blonde lashes rested against his cheeks with a slight pink tinge dusting them. His chest rose and fell in a rythmic pattern, yet his breathing was surprisingly silent. Lips slightly parted, the blonde blew out another silent stream of air and stirred, but did not wake. Slowly as possible, I tentitivley etched closer still to Ludwig, clutching softly at his shirt and allowing my eyelids to slide shut. I tried once, twice, three times, not to fall asleep, but I could only muster enough energy to turn off the TV, and throw the blanket over the both of us, before my eyes shut for good.