pushfall: (⚕ excess until we stop hearts)
claire bennet. | cheerleader ([personal profile] pushfall) wrote in [personal profile] darkart 2014-11-25 02:19 am (UTC)

Okay.

[ Her voice is soft and casual, comfortable. She stays propped up with one hand jammed into the comforter for a moment, elbow locked, and waits until he's laid down before swinging herself over his legs and out of the warm circle of the bed. Her jumpsuit being done for, all she has left are the few pairs of jeans she's managed to scrounge up. Anything is more comfortable to sleep in than jeans, even if she does drown in the material.

Severus's breathing has leveled out by the time she emerges from changing, still in her own t-shirt but now without denim, and she only disturbs it to climb in after him and big spoon the hell out of him. True to form, she lies there for what feels like hours, trying to persuade her brain to shut down while forcing it to continue running until the end result is being unable to determine whether or not the conversation she's preparing is something that has actually taken place or not.

Sleep drops on her unannounced, when it finally does. ]

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