AN: A fluffy chapter, which are some of my favorite to write; just the five of them, hanging out. And all the usual disclaimers about language, etc., though if you've read this far, you must surely know that if I can think it, I will say it lol. And the above clip from Pulp Fiction is the one Tink references; OBVIOUSLY there's "language", it's Tarantino!!

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"Just like in Japan," Ronan said with satisfaction from his place on the floor as I sat on the sofa above him. He put an arm around my calves, rubbing fondly, as Geth scooped me into his arm. Matty sat on the other side of me and Teddy sat on the end.

Everyone had switched to beer, except me, of course; Geth had poured me another glass of white, and we all settled in to watch Pulp Fiction, a group favorite. We had great fun yelling out our favorite lines, and I just enjoyed being with my boys. I wished there was some way we could all live together, though I was sure that none of them would like it nearly as much as I would.

I was surprised, therefore, when Ronan announced, "I wish we could be this way always, you know? Just live in a compound, the five of us, like in the early days? Remember that, boys? When we shared that great house? I mean, Tink wasn't there of course, but it was grand, wasn't it? Just rattling around together? And it would only be more fun with Tinker Bell in the mix."

"Yeah, and what would happen when we got girlfriends, then?" Asked Gethin. "Or married? You think the ladies in our lives would enjoy sitting around watching us play BZG in our underwear? Or watching movies with us until all hours while we drank ourselves stupid?"

"Well, Tinker Bell's a girl, and she doesn't mind so much," Ronan retorted. "Do you, angel?" He rubbed my calf and looked up at me. "She does just fine with all of us, even helps us when we're drunk and all."

I mussed his head affectionately. "No, Ro, I don't mind. I love it. I would love to live with all of you and take care of you forever."

"Tink's what you call the exception to the rule," said Gethin, kissing my hair. "She's a very unusual girl, and we met and became friends under very unusual circumstances. Most women wouldn't put up with half our shit," he said with a laugh.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked. On the screen, John Travolta had just "shot Marvin in the face", one of my all time favorite lines, delivered hysterically by him. "You are the four nicest guys I've ever met in my entire fucking life. It's completely beyond my comprehension that you haven't been snatched up by some extremely nice girls already. The world is crawling with wonderful, smart, beautiful, normal women who would love nothing better than to be with you, live with all of you. What in the hell have you guys been doing?"

"We've been on fucking tour," said Matthew plaintively.

"Or in the studio, or doing publicity, or writing," added Gethin.

"The first wonderful, smart, beautiful normal woman to come along got grabbed up by dimples here," said Ronan, jerking his thumb in Teddy's direction. "He always gets everything first," he complained.

"You guys are just too slow," Teddy said, grinning.

"I told her I liked her practically on the day we met," said Matty mildly, "and it was still too late." He twirled my hair and smiled at me. Everyone looked over at him in surprise. I wouldn't have believed that he could make even such a small joke about it so soon.

Ronan reached behind him to pat Matty's leg. "Good man, you are."

A little later, Ronan looked around, rubbing his arms. "A little chilly down here on the floor." He got up and moved to the recliner, which sat at an angle next to the sofa. "Geth, you got a blanket or something around here, bro?"

"In the closet, mate," he responded.

"I'll get it for you," I offered, rising from the sofa. I grabbed a plaid throw and returned with it.

"Wow, you're really shivering, are you sick?" I reached and felt his forehead.

"No, I think I just got really cold sitting on the floor," he responded. "I feel fine, just chilly, like I said. I'm okay." He reached for the throw.

"Here, honey, just move back a bit," I said, motioning him backward. "Make a little room for me." He looked at me questioningly. "I'm going to sit with you for a while. I'm really warm," I explained. "You know that."

"She is, mate," Teddy confirmed. "She's like a fucking furnace, she'll warm you right up."

As I settled down with Ronan, Gethin spoke up. "Now we're cold, Tink. What am I supposed to do, cuddle up with these two idiots?"

"I wouldn't cuddle up with you anyway," Teddy said loftily. "I have standards."

Giving Teddy a look, Gethin went to the closet and returned with a pile of blankets for the three of them, after stopping to adjust the thermostat on the wall.

I snuggled with Ronan and covered both of us with the throw. Ving Rhames and Bruce Willis were having a very bad day in the back room of an LA pawn shop, and the boys were shouting and groaning and making gross sounds of sympathy. I could feel Ronan's arms tensing and relaxing around my midriff, and I could feel his breath moving my hair whenever he spoke.

"You weren't kidding, sitting next to you's like sitting next to a heater," Ronan said to me. "You're toasty." He squeezed me. It tickled and I laughed.

"Hey! Watch those hands," came Teddy's laughing voice from behind us.

"Well, they're cold," Ronan defended himself.

I grabbed his cold hands with my warm ones and held them directly to my tummy, under the flannel, with my hands directly over his.

"Better?" I asked.

"Wow, it's like you're on fire, you're so warm," he said. "Yeah, this is great!" He leaned forward and kissed me next to my eye.

"You're keeping me warm, too, you know," I told him. "With you behind me and the blanket over me, I'm so comfortable." I leaned back into him.

"Your hair smells lovely," he whispered. "Don't want to say it too loud and rile Theo again, you know."

"I love when you say nice things about me," I said drowsily. "Fuck Teddy." I turned into him and closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered was his arms wrapping comfortably around me, drawing the blanket up around my shoulders, as I drew my legs up into his.

The next thing I knew, Teddy was shaking me gently. "Birdie. Birdie? Movie's over, darling, time for bed. You want me to carry you?" I tried to open my eyes and wake up, but it was as if everything had hit me all at once. My arms weighed a ton, and my legs simply would not move. I tried to say something, but I wasn't sure what came out of my mouth. I felt Ronan turning me from behind, lifting me toward Teddy's waiting arms. I put my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs as best I could around him.

I heard him say, "Thanks, mate," to Ronan, and felt Ronan pull my hair back to kiss my cheek, then felt Matty and Geth do the same.

As Teddy carried me up the stairs, I apologized to him, saying, "So sorry, just so sleepy."

He laughed. "It's okay. You don't weigh very much, and you're a very cute drunk, if I may say."

I made a fist and tried to hit his back, though I don't know if he even felt it. "I'm not drunk, just sleepy," I insisted.

"Okay, whatever you say," he said with another laugh. He pushed open the door with his foot, pulled the blankets down with one hand, and laid me down. I rolled over toward the middle of the bed without really waking up. The room was really cold. He pulled the fluffy down comforter up over me, tucking it in all around.

"Thank you, Teddy, I love you," I murmured, half asleep already.

He leaned over me, kissing my cheek and smoothing my hair. "I love you, Birdie, my darling," he whispered.

By the time he got into bed with me a few minutes later, his hands and feet were really cold, and he woke me up reaching for me. I jumped at his touch.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Didn't mean to wake you, didn't realize my hands were so cold."

"Come here," I murmured with my eyes closed, "let me warm you up, you're freezing." I pulled him closer, into the little pocket of warmth I'd created in the blankets. Gratefully, he moved closer, letting out a shivery breath. I pulled him into my arms, hooking my leg over him and eliminating all space between us. I tucked his head under my chin.

"Unbutton my top," I whispered. He did this, quickly, and spread it open, exposing all of my warmth to him. He wrapped his arms around my back, hugging himself to me.

"You're so warm, you feel wonderful," he whispered, kissing my neck. I pulled the comforter up around his back and shoulders, creating a little nest all around us.

"We can just sleep now, okay?" I murmured to him. "Later, when we're warmer, we'll wake up, and we'll make love then, and it will be wonderful and cozy and we won't have to worry about being all shivery."

"Yeah, okay," he said sleepily. "This feels almost as nice for now, anyway, honestly."

And that's what we did, a slow, warm, coming together in the night, all breathy moans, and little talking, barely awake, just soft susurrations of love and adoration, and drifting back into the haven of sleep, of holding each other and dreaming of each other.