Asgore had always detested his insomnia. Countless nights spent stuck in bed, unable to sleep but too exhausted to stay up. Thinking endlessly as time ticked away, the dead quiet of the underground deafeningly loud while he tried his best to find even an ounce of respite. He had too much to ponder about, and in some cases ruminate on; some nights were worse than others. On certain occasions even lying down wasn’t an option, with the deeds he’d done the day prior weighing down too hard for him to even tempt his tenaciously conscious mind to think about. The grey monotone of his walls grew dark without the artificial light that the cavernous New Home had during its ‘day’. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure if his eyes were open or not.

	Even after breaching the barrier in their triumphant return to the surface, his sleep pattern was still tarnished so awfully that he would only catch a brief drink of true, proper sleep before the sunlight filtered into his room and caught his eyelids with their prying rays. Resolute as always, he would get up no matter the heaviness of his brow nor the reluctance of his sluggish muscles, leaving him wishing for a way to find a place where he would want to sleep and fall into tired undertow. His plants needed him, of course, and tea was always enough to wake him up. A little.

	Now, however, his insomnia seemed like a blessing. His hammering thoughts were now focused on much merrier topics, and on nights such as these, he had their focus in his grasp. He almost didn’t want to close his eyes whenever Toriel invited him to bed, instead satisfied with admiring her in her sleeping form that was snuggled up against his chest. Too tired to sleep, his mind instead spent its time crawling with her, enjoying every single little detail it could make out in the twilit bedroom. It was like honey and wine for his once forlorn heart. Her ability to fall asleep so readily in his arms was a confidence boost he hadn’t even thought about, but welcomed fully.

	His smile was stalwart, curved above his fangs in a way so permanent his cheeks hurt. Simply feeling and hearing her soft breaths in sleep was enough to nourish his soul for the rest of his days, and being able to peer at her own sleepy grin made him so giddy all he wanted to do was squeeze and love her to death. What hit him first was the sweet smell of her coat, a subtle mix of lavender and butterscotch had clung to her always, the combination always able to make him smile. The soft feeling of her belly and chest on his arms as they rose and fell was the cherry on top, as was the sensation of her hands holding on sweetly to him. He had somehow forgotten how plush her fur was, and the way it melded perfectly with her satin-like body. She was like a perfect silk garment, smooth and velvety to touch but also so comfortably warm he wanted to just stay there against her forever. Her soft snores and mumblings hit his ears, and her subconsciously snuggling back against him further made his heart swell in ways he couldn’t describe. Between that and the sound of the late summer evening coming through the open window, there was nothing he desired more. All of these details formed a kept him up but only in the best way.

	He still peered down at her, softly staring down with as much love as his visage could express. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was whenever he took off his sweater and she slipped out of her gown, readying himself for bed with such a well needed view. Wonderful healing came from just being close to her and able to see her smile, her innate ability to straighten out the crooked pictures in his mind easing such awful stress he had to endure for so long. Very little prepared him to see her again, especially with such a vengeful scowl, but even with such venom it was like peering into her beauty for the first time all over again. He had noticed every detail all at once, and each one only made him yearn and achieved further heartache for his weary soul. Every stitch of her robe, the slightest glance from the fiery rubies she had for eyes, and even the smallest wrinkle that adorned them. They all reminded him of a love that once was and a love he had hungered for for so long. It was almost surreal that he had it all again now.

	He had spent so much time believing in something that potentially would never be, but somehow his old heart found time to work it out so far that it came true. Now he still sat, watching her and holding her to his breast as time once again got lost on his sleepless mind. The irony was even lost to him as he listened to her slow, rhythmic breathing and the rustling of the trees outside, their whispers as ageless as the pair lying in her bed. This time he felt a different type of tired, not one that kept him up but one that lulled him forward to dreams. There was something about sleeping with another person that was much more fun, and two Dreemurrs could sleep much more than one. He squeezed her tight and gazed past her horns a final time at her smile before letting his mind go blank for what felt like the first time in ages. Sighing was the wind between the leaves on their branches, lulling him into bed as he focused on her heartbeat and rising chest.

	He thought about what to make for breakfast tomorrow, as well as how his tea leaf stockpile was fairing, before exhaustion took over. His breathing slowed to match hers, and his tight grip relaxed just the slightest amount. Neither a sound nor dream disturbed their slumber. Then the golden rays of the sun peeked over Mount Ebott, curious to see what the town had been doing while it was gone. This time the light greeted Asgore kindly, teasing his gaze open with feathery fingers. Yawning quietly he shifted before realizing he had his bedfellow to worry about and he froze in his tracks.

	Sleep had been refreshing for him, much to his amazement, his eyes opening effortlessly despite his brief grogginess. The clock on Toriel’s side table read 6 am, which was when Asgore tried, and struggled, to get up every morning. She was still blissfully snoozing away, once again trying to close the new gap he had formed between his body and hers in her sleep. He stilled and grinned, relaxing into her sheets as the shadows in the room drew slowly shorter. The morning breeze greeted his nose, making him sigh as well as pull her in closer, shivering at the chill that the window had invited in overnight. The gracious combination of blankets and fur drove the cold out very well, and Asgore was well contented with relishing in both.

	Then the queen woke with her own yawn, tired eyes taking their time opening and instead she chose to cuddle up with the fleecy body that was behind her.

	“Good morning,” she yawned again, turning over lazily so that she could face him. Her eyes were still mainly closed and she buried her nose against his fuzzy chest.

	“Indeed,” he beamed, “Good morning to you too, honey.”

	She hummed, hugging him back. “Sleep well?” she asked, twining her fingers with his fur. He chuckled.

	“Yes, actually,” gazing down at her as she finally popped open an eye, “First time in a while.”

	“Good,” she went back to snuggling into his torso, “I’m glad that that’s getting better for you.”

	“I think a certain someone is to blame for that.”

	She giggled as he hugged her further, lifting her nose up and resting her chin up on his chest. Then he looked down and responded with a quick kiss. Settling down further, they hugged as the morning drew out longer, minutes ticking away on their lazy day off. After a while the queen shivered and let out a grumpy groan.

	“Whose idea was it to open that window,” she grumbled, drawing the sheets closer over herself.

	“I believe it was yours, dear,” Asgore said with a slight smirk, enjoying her attempts to snuggle closer to him, “The forecast yesterday did say we were due for a ‘Fool’s Autumn’ this weekend.”

	“All the more reason to stay in bed,” she frowned slightly as the covers weren’t at all enough, “How is it that you are so much more fluffy than I am, it is not fair.”

	“I’m not the one who enjoys the colder months more here, Tori.”

	“Yes, but that doesn’t change that you’re better built for it.”

	“Would you like me to close the window, dear?”

	“But that means I can’t snuggle against you for as long,” she protested, hooking her legs between his.

	“Oh what a shame,” he sniffed, kissing the top of her head. “What about some breakfast in bed? We still have that bottle of champagne we need to finish from last night.”

	She was silent for a moment. “That does sound good.”

	“Is that a yes?” He chuckled as she nodded against his torso.

	“Just wait a few minutes, won’t you? You are so warm.”

	He snorted and chose to hug her closer, which she smiled at. They sat in still silence, eyes closed and breathing in tune as the sounds of the morning played out. Distant lawnmowers and cars came to life as the town woke up, ending the dawn’s overture to allow day to start.

	“How about that breakfast in bed?” he whispered into her ear, joining her in a laugh as she reluctantly gave up her warm companion.

	“Just be quick,” she said as he got up and stretched, reaching his hands far above his horns, “We have a lot of snuggling to make up for, Dreemurr.”

	“And whose fault is that?” he joked as he shut the window. His smile only grew as a pillow struck him.

	He didn’t take long at all in fact, reappearing sooner than Toriel expected with a tray in his hands. Peeled oranges, freshly sliced toast with butter and jam to spread, and of course two glasses and the remaining bottle of champagne he had mentioned earlier. Setting the tray down he did his best sommelier pour for her glass and his, which looked rather silly while he was only in his boxers.

“I wasn’t sure if I should’ve made mimosas or not, but I think this works better,” he said before joining her back under the covers. Delight filled the queen, happily grabbing her glass and clinking the clear crystal with his, thoroughly enjoying the display. It wasn’t much for a meal, but they didn’t care, enjoying it more for the effect than the nourishment. Toriel swirled the bubbly drink, watching it intently.

	“So what do you have planned for today, Gorey?” she asked, taking a sip.

	He finished the swig he was enjoying before answering. “Oh, just the usual. I have to water the plants and run a few errands. I’m almost out of tea leaves.”

	“The horror,” Toriel gasped, leaning her head on his shoulder. She liked the sound of his chuckle.

	“After that, I promised Undyne I would help her with a project she had, but that shouldn’t take all too long. I was hoping to start a new flower bed today if I had the time.”

	“Sounds like a busy schedule,” she teased, taking another sip before reaching for the bottle.

	“Oh?” he pried, “And what have you to do today?”

	“Nothing, it is my day off,” she smiled as her glass was once again full, “I think you need to wake up, sleepy head.”

	“Then why berate my ‘busy’ schedule if yours is just the same?” he nudged her with his elbow before picking up a few crumbs with a finger.

	“I wasn’t ‘berating’,” she rolled her eyes, tilting her glass as if to take a sip, “I was just wondering if you needed help ‘filling any gaps’ in it.” There was a hint of a smirk on her lips as the champagne hit them.

	He raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying something there, Tori?”

	“Maybe,” she teased, tickling his chin through his beard, “For right now, however, I just want to enjoy this breakfast. Thank you very much for making it for me, Asgore.”

	“Of course,” he grinned, swelling at the kind words, “Honestly I could just drink this champagne all day, so I’ll be sure to let you know if there are any holes we can fill together.” His smirk grew as she snorted, taking a hefty gulp from his cup.

	“My goodness,” she pinched the bridge of her nose as she chuckled, “You are insufferable sometimes.”

	“Well, I ought to be good at something, I suppose,” he nuzzled her, tapping his glass against hers again.

	“If you could call that ‘good’.” she joked, returning the gesture. “Though, it does seem that we are both free right now, does that count as a hole to fill?”

	“Perhaps it does,” he said, his honeyed smirk matching hers. They moved their muzzles closer and closer together, and as soon as they were but an inch apart the doorbell rang. Lidded eyes sprang open in a moment of shock before they both burst into laughter. The tension relaxed as the giggles subsided all intents that they had before dissolved, instead leaving them wanting more time to spend simply under the sheets.

	“Should we answer that?” Asgore asked, setting his glass on the bedside table.

	“No,” she said simply before succumbing to a yawn, “If it were really important then they can text me. Or leave a note.” In one swift movement she finished off her glass and placed it on the tray. Her head toppled over and rested on Asgore again. “Can we just snuggle for a little while longer? I actually missed this quite a bit.”

	Asgore grinned wide, then cleared the tray from the bed, brushing off any crumbs that may have fallen on the bedspread. With an eager hug he scooped her up, earning a coo from his queen as they buried themselves back under the sheets.

	He sighed as the two Dreemurrs melded into one. Simply he spoke: “I thought you’d never ask.”