[another addition to the list of things Yelena thinks she ought to be concerned about, and instead keeps brushing aside: how easy it turns out to be to get used to sharing a bed with someone else. not as a matter of necessity, not with some invisible line dividing my side and your side, but simply as a matter of being too wrapped up in each other to separate.
in this case, literally. it's almost a little too warm, despite the fact that she's not got a stitch of clothing on, tangled up in each other as they are, but it manages to stay just in that range where the warmth keeps you drowsy and drifting. that, and the way Yelena can just tuck her face a little more against John's neck to block out any light, are the excuses she'll use to blame him for the fact that she makes no move to get out of bed and start her day when she starts to wake up.
but she's not thinking about that yet. she's not part of the real world again enough yet for it to be relevant, she only exists in this liminal space of being held in such a way that don't go has become a physical sensation, of a pulse there just within reach of her mouth keeping time, and - well, she's only human. so if her hands wander a little bit, just to see how much they can before he wakes up, or if she wiggles around a little to be pressed against him more in the way that speeds up the heart rate then relaxes it, who can blame her? who could pass this up? she really isn't even directly trying to wake him up, or make anything happen (yet), she's just basking in all the comfort and possibility]
[ john's used to waking up intwined with another person or, well, he used to be. when his life was a little more normal but it was easy to slip back into it. before him and yelena started sharing a bed he'd suffered alone. john loves to touch and be touched after so much time away amidst war torn countries. he'd yearned for it and now he doesn't take it for granted.
as an army vet, john doesn't sleep very deep at all but he's mastered falling back asleep. when yelena shifts the first time he wakes up and pulls her a little closer. the second time, he smiles to himself and third he doesn't move. he's curious to see what she'll do next and he doesn't want to interrupt. he likes whatever this is, like she's trying to explore him and who they are together in bed. when she stills for an extended period of time john stirs. he shifts and stretches, opens his eyes to peak at her.
even now john can't imagine why she'd let him in her bed. yelena is kind and caring beneath it all, despite everything and she's audacious and so fucking cool he doesn't understand what she sees in him. but he's grateful for it. he splays his hand out on the small of her back and his hand lazily grabs her ass. ]
[mm, that's right. there are those things that keep her from being able to muster concern about this. that sleep rough voice, that casual affectionate touch first thing, the sleepy gaze -
the ability to just roll on top of him with the bare minimum of effort, settle in with no intention or need to move anytime soon - well, that part might turn out to be a lie. there had been thoughts, feeling that extended period of stillness. not enough to wake her mind up fully, but her body is a bit more awake then it had been before them. she grins, steals a kiss.] good morning.
[ john rests his hands on hips when she rolls on top of him and smiles sleepily. this feels nice, it feels... right. he's spent so much time alone and this intimacy between lovers is nice to get back into. he's still stuck in the haze of sleep to think of anything other than the warmth and closeness of her body as something comforting, rather than sexual. but even the whisper of their activities last night wakes him up a bit more too.
he wraps his arms around her when she kisses him, trying to keep her in place for more. one is not enough. ]
Sleep well? [ he asks, eyes soft and undeniably happy. ]
[she isn't going to complain about the hold, even though it's unnecessary, she wasn't planning on moving again from this spot for a while. she might wiggle around a little bit, but that's entirely unrelated to any desire to move. this spot is really very comfortable, it's a wonder no one else had already planted (heh) a flag on it.]
Very well. Although I did have a dream that I had to fight the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, but it wasn't so bad. What about you, благообразный?
[ john lets out a deep, sleepy laugh at her dream. ] Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, huh? [ he looks thoughtful, trying to recall any of his dreams. he has the faint memory of a desert, of something mundane from a time that feels like it belongs to a different man. he shakes his head. ] Nothing that interesting, but I did sleep well.
Did you win? [ he asks, his hands drifting idly from her hips to her ass. ] Against the marshmallow.
You're going to insult me like that, first thing in the morning? [She's grinning too big at that sleepy laugh to sell this at all, it doesn't matter. She wouldn't stand a chance once his hands started vaguely wandering, either, so at least she's saving the effort from the start.
Hold that thought for a minute, actually, cause she'll take a more substantial, deeper kiss to go along with that movement, thank you very much.] Of course I won.
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in this case, literally. it's almost a little too warm, despite the fact that she's not got a stitch of clothing on, tangled up in each other as they are, but it manages to stay just in that range where the warmth keeps you drowsy and drifting. that, and the way Yelena can just tuck her face a little more against John's neck to block out any light, are the excuses she'll use to blame him for the fact that she makes no move to get out of bed and start her day when she starts to wake up.
but she's not thinking about that yet. she's not part of the real world again enough yet for it to be relevant, she only exists in this liminal space of being held in such a way that don't go has become a physical sensation, of a pulse there just within reach of her mouth keeping time, and - well, she's only human. so if her hands wander a little bit, just to see how much they can before he wakes up, or if she wiggles around a little to be pressed against him more in the way that speeds up the heart rate then relaxes it, who can blame her? who could pass this up? she really isn't even directly trying to wake him up, or make anything happen (yet), she's just basking in all the comfort and possibility]
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as an army vet, john doesn't sleep very deep at all but he's mastered falling back asleep. when yelena shifts the first time he wakes up and pulls her a little closer. the second time, he smiles to himself and third he doesn't move. he's curious to see what she'll do next and he doesn't want to interrupt. he likes whatever this is, like she's trying to explore him and who they are together in bed. when she stills for an extended period of time john stirs. he shifts and stretches, opens his eyes to peak at her.
even now john can't imagine why she'd let him in her bed. yelena is kind and caring beneath it all, despite everything and she's audacious and so fucking cool he doesn't understand what she sees in him. but he's grateful for it. he splays his hand out on the small of her back and his hand lazily grabs her ass. ]
Morning. [ he mumbles sleepily. ]
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the ability to just roll on top of him with the bare minimum of effort, settle in with no intention or need to move anytime soon - well, that part might turn out to be a lie. there had been thoughts, feeling that extended period of stillness. not enough to wake her mind up fully, but her body is a bit more awake then it had been before them. she grins, steals a kiss.] good morning.
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he wraps his arms around her when she kisses him, trying to keep her in place for more. one is not enough. ]
Sleep well? [ he asks, eyes soft and undeniably happy. ]
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Very well. Although I did have a dream that I had to fight the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, but it wasn't so bad. What about you, благообразный?
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Did you win? [ he asks, his hands drifting idly from her hips to her ass. ] Against the marshmallow.
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Hold that thought for a minute, actually, cause she'll take a more substantial, deeper kiss to go along with that movement, thank you very much.] Of course I won.