OOM: Room 6620, #3

[the_gene_genie]

 
The evening did pass smoothly, and it's been a long time since he's been so grateful for anything. OK, there was the inevitable drifting of his thoughts back to recent - and not so recent - events, but it helped to have a distraction. He forced himself to concentrate on what happened with her today, and it gave him some respite. In hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have picked up The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly - he's seen it too many times to get fully lost in it.

Still. As things stand, he's got no complaints. But now it's over, and they do have to make an attempt at sleeping again. So he's in the bathroom, freshly out of the shower, newly shaved, and telling himself firmly that restraint is the order of the day, here.

Definitely a tad nervous when he emerges into the room, though.

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[the_gene_genie]

He's grinding his cigarette out when she turns up, looking mussed and bloody gorgeous. His lips form their customary pout at the sight of her, and he nods to cover his appreciation.

'Ta.'

His own clean up doesn't take long, but he lingers in the cool of the bathroom, leaning against the sink and rubbing the back of his neck to try and ease the knot of tension. He's more exhausted than he can remember being, but the release has helped a bit. He no longer has the energy to feel like he doesn't fit in his own skin. There's a chance for sleep.

As for the stuff they talked about - that can wait until tomorrow. He stands straight, and stretches, and thinks of the feel of her straddling him in the dark. There's going to have to be more of that, but he's still glad she didn't let him forget they were supposed to hold back.

He's not humming when he emerges, and probably still looks a mess. But he smiles at her a bit anyway, and there's no hesitation at climbing back into the same bed as her.

[lady_bols]

He's tired, and it shows, but he still looks good to her. (Considering she thought she'd never see him again, he looks damned good, no matter what.)

She holds the covers up for him, and insinuates herself along his side again, briefly pressing a kiss to his cheek.

'I think I'm going to sleep for a year.'

[the_gene_genie]

'G'on then.'

He puts his arm around her, and wriggles himself comfortable.

'I'll wake you up in three months for some food, and a shag.'

[lady_bols]

She makes a contented sound, nestling a bit until they're both settled. The reality of their situation looms, but she shoves it aside again, resolving to deal with it later, when she's had some rest.

'Wake me when ever you like.'

She lets out a huge sigh, and closes her eyes. After the last three years of madness and confusion, this feels right in a way she can't quite explain. For the first time in recent memory, she doesn't feel the incessant pull of not being where she belongs.

She levers herself up, weary but determined, pressing one last kiss against his lips.

'Night, love.'

When she lays her head down again, she can't keep her eyes open for another moment.

[the_gene_genie]

He cups her face briefly as she kisses him, then lets her lie.

'Night, sweet'eart.'

And as it turns out, sleepless night aren't so bad when there's a beautiful woman next to you. A reminder, if nothing else, that there's good things to look forward to. It's something to hang on to.