She's got him. She's got him and she's got a plan and the world feels very warm and nice once all that's true.
Even better, of course, is actually getting to the bed. Actually being allowed to squirm out of her hold and be properly flopped across the bed. It's a good bed. It's a bed for stretching out on and a bed that smells like her. It's his favourite bed.
He's flopped over, so she has to crawl over his legs to reach the middle of the bed. She curls into his side, drawing the covers partway up. She drapes her arm gently across his body.
"Go back to sleep for a bit, mm?" She can try getting some water into him if he wakes later.
A successful 'boo' it was, then, if the result was having Rachel curled up against him in bed. A very successful 'boo' indeed. And a 'boo' which he regrets not at all, since it allows him to just squirm and wrap happily around her with a properly tight squish of limbs.
"Yes'm."
Sleep he can do. Sleep he can do if she lets him nuzzle comfortably in like this, face buried against her hair and arms tight and safe around her.
But first there's a minor bit of squirming. Her arm raises, hand sliding up the back of his neck to rub soothing little circles there, and further up into his hair.
It's more statement than question as he lets his spine stretch briefly, head arching back just briefly against the touch of her fingers. It's important that, at least for the moment, forever is being thought of--and feeling like an important fact to state.
It startles her to hear it given voice, to hear the word said out loud.
But it's true. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't thinking the very same thing right now. Or if the idea hadn't crossed her mind every other time she'd said--promised--that she'd be right here.
"Yes." She doesn't qualify it, doesn't try to mitigate it with anything like if I can or if you want. Don't they both understand that by now? Neither of them is doing of allowing anything they don't both want.
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Even better, of course, is actually getting to the bed. Actually being allowed to squirm out of her hold and be properly flopped across the bed. It's a good bed. It's a bed for stretching out on and a bed that smells like her. It's his favourite bed.
"...boooo."
It's his sound for the evening.
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He's flopped over, so she has to crawl over his legs to reach the middle of the bed. She curls into his side, drawing the covers partway up. She drapes her arm gently across his body.
"Go back to sleep for a bit, mm?" She can try getting some water into him if he wakes later.
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"Yes'm."
Sleep he can do. Sleep he can do if she lets him nuzzle comfortably in like this, face buried against her hair and arms tight and safe around her.
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But first there's a minor bit of squirming. Her arm raises, hand sliding up the back of his neck to rub soothing little circles there, and further up into his hair.
"I'll be right here."
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It's more statement than question as he lets his spine stretch briefly, head arching back just briefly against the touch of her fingers. It's important that, at least for the moment, forever is being thought of--and feeling like an important fact to state.
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But it's true. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't thinking the very same thing right now. Or if the idea hadn't crossed her mind every other time she'd said--promised--that she'd be right here.
"Yes." She doesn't qualify it, doesn't try to mitigate it with anything like if I can or if you want. Don't they both understand that by now? Neither of them is doing of allowing anything they don't both want.
"Forever."
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That's a thought he can fall asleep with buzzing in his mind, whether or not he'll be able to actually think it again in the morning.
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Carry on? Leave it there and find another meme? I'm happy with either.
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Onward to new memes, methinks. o/
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picture prompt meme
Take your pick; if you'd rather I do a starter just let me know, I don't mind :3