[Birkin's lips curve into a tired smile. Possession was sort of the same thing as love, or at least it was easy enough to compare the two, so it was close enough to count]

You know what we need, Franken? [He wraps his arms around the younger man's neck affectionately as he nuzzled against the shoulder that had become his pillow] Our own place. I'm starting to feel like I'm living in my parents' basement.