She makes no effort to rouse him. Instead her hair is combed slowly and braided more so to the quiet rhythmic rasp of a body in minor motion, and it's only once she has set the comb aside that Fitcher makes any motion to disturb her company.
"Silas." Her long hand fits well over his bare breastbone. "Shift over."
The light on the bedside table is doused. Thin blankets and the bodies nominally beneath them are rearranged. When she shifts in next to him, it is only by a matter of technicality that it might be considered beside rather than over him. A bent arm is hooked over his chest. His shoulder makes an acceptable pillow for this brief interim in which she intends to remain awake.
"If you leave early, don't wake me," she murmurs near his neck, the low rumble of it felt through all her bare skin. And then she makes herself comfortable. That's quite enough conversation.
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Date: 2021-08-21 05:22 am (UTC)"Silas." Her long hand fits well over his bare breastbone. "Shift over."
The light on the bedside table is doused. Thin blankets and the bodies nominally beneath them are rearranged. When she shifts in next to him, it is only by a matter of technicality that it might be considered beside rather than over him. A bent arm is hooked over his chest. His shoulder makes an acceptable pillow for this brief interim in which she intends to remain awake.
"If you leave early, don't wake me," she murmurs near his neck, the low rumble of it felt through all her bare skin. And then she makes herself comfortable. That's quite enough conversation.