A / N: I've read the prompt somewhere que said: "you live across the hall and hide in my apartment When You want to avoid your one night stands ". It's been a while since I've wrote something , I believe this is my very first Gail x Holly fic , Inglês is not my first lenguage AND it was made on my phone so this is me apologizing in advance ok ?

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream (Gail X Holly AU)

On the back of your mind, you register the creak of your front door opening. It's very late for some and very earlier for others, and the fact that you live alone, with no close relatives around should just make this whole thing even more worrisome.

It should. But it doesn't.

You know who it is.

You did gave her a key after all. After getting tired of being ripped out of bed in the middle of the night just so you could let her in.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. You still wake up whenever she crosses that door, you just wanted to make sure she knew you didn't care to be her "fire escape" as she had called you once. That she was welcomed here whenever she needed, or wanted, the most.

The muffled sound of sock clad feet sliding through your wooden floor, makes you shift from the center of the bed and silently count the seconds until the mattress dips and a cold body climbs up to rest beside you.

There's a small smile on your face when you hear her pulling the covers up to her shoulders with a happy sigh, gripping tight at one of your pillows. She settles almost instantly and only then you open your eyes, risking a glance at the clock sitting on your bedside table. The red angry numbers burn on your eyes and tell you all you need to know, soon you decide not to think much and close them again.

"4:30? Really?"

Her groan is muffled by the pillow she had buried herself in. But in the dead silence of the night everything seems louder, clearer, more...real, even among the fogs of slumber still wrapped around your mind.

Her hand on your skin feels soft, almost ethereal, and warmer than it really is at this late hour when she has just abandoned her bed - for reasons you prefer not to think about - and crossed the cold hall of the building on her way to your apartment.

She attempts to shove your shoulder but in her sleepy state, it turns out to be more like a caress than anything else. Her palm sliding all the way across your cervical over to the mattress, sending shivers down your spine and a smile to spread across your face.

"Just go to sleep nerd."

And so you do.

You let yourself go knowing that there's someone else in her bed.

Knowing that only a few meters away there's someone whose body is soaked by her scent, marked by the feel of her body moving against its own, someone whose hands have wandered over curves and dips and soft skin, whose lips have tasted the sweetness that is her, whose eyes have witnessed the storm you long for.

You are pulled back into the land of dreams knowing you may never be as lucky as the faceless person lying over her sheets right now, and that, as much as it pains you, it doesn't really matter.

You have learned to take comfort in the fact that she may share her body with someone else for a while, but in the end she only ever shares her sleep with you.

That's is, please let me know what you think, thanks for reading it!