Breakfast In Bed
Conscious i didn't open my eyes just yet, content in simply dozing in the warm embrace of my bed clothes as they curled just tightly enough around me to reassure me that i was safe from the chill that no doubt had been battering on the metaphorical door to my cosy
Alexander's Accounts - Chapter 20
It’s quite cosy!” i consider. it’s cheaper than a hostel and probably even better. i decide to be daring. “can we share the bed?” “i’d spoon you if you’re into it!”, he reassured.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 144
She remembered how warm and cosy it had been in there, despite the water splashing up around their ankles. the pungent smell of pipe smoke and orange peels. kiana's laughter, mixing with her own. and then the lightning came.
Bottles
Probably laughing about me in their cosy little pub. needs to keep her handle on her husband, she does, that girl. more of a woman anyway, he is. who needs to go to_black lion_? horrible place. but they're there. drinking my money.
A Strange Day Out
Soon, just as he had hoped, around the bend of the canal and in the nook of a small hill nestled a cosy-looking pub built of local stone. from the chimney curled a thin trail of smoke, which only caused jacky to increase his pace still further.
Up Bright and Early
Just me and her with a small family of our hatchlings, on a regular morning <3 the nest was small and cosy, only just large enough for the two furred dragonesses to lay curled up inside with the three hatchlings.
A Rainy Day
\>the feeling of soft fur was an added bonus, like holding a blanket of warm and cosy fur, rubbing itself on your face and arms. \>sure, you were essentially trying to make the blanket pass out from a chokehold over her spamming combos.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 44
There was a pitcher of water just beside her bed, but to reach it she'd have to venture outside her cosy little haven. what to do... what to do...
Identity: Chapter Thirty-Five
"that british socialite the mayor was getting all cosy with." "yes" ned sighed. "i'm having....relationship trouble" he admitted. "olympia is trying to act as mediator."
Merry Christmas Bolt part 2
The car was warm and cosy, and bolt sighed, enjoying a perfect ride home. well. almost perfect... bolt reached out and clicked the radio on, turning the volume up as the sound of punk rock blasted angrily out of the speakers.
Chapter 8: Epilogue
It's tight, but cosy. and the view!" he lunged forward and snatched up the camera. in an instant the astronaut crammed into the tight cockpit of the one-man skiff turned into a blur.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 22: For a Piece of Bread
The room looked cosy; small, but cosy. there was a large poster written in some weird symbol script that he couldn't read beside the door. it was giving him some chills, but he knew that the black figure in the centre was a jackal.