[ He has a general idea of where she's leaning towards, even if she tries to veil it over with serious consideration as she slides herself further up across his body. Predictions are confirmed when he's met with her lips, softness in the kiss that contains more sweetness than he'd have garnered for after his confession.
Yet, even anticipating it hadn't steered away the surprise entirely, not when she follows it up with a simple response, that's you, alright, and he's returning to that quiet laughter that can't conceal itself when she's this close to his mouth. ] Jesus Christ. [ He mutters it like an annoyance, but the reality of his amusement is spelled in the sharper lines from spread lips.
An index finger finds her cheek, a light tap across the gentle swell as his eyes find hers in a brief gaze of sincere affection, soon turning them away when the arm wrapped around her waist gets a firmer grip to roll her onto her side as he follows suit, weight placed entirely on his healthy shoulder.
Still nestling her close in against him, he adjusts his head on the pillow with the shutting of his eyes, lips pursed in signal that he isn't entirely finished with the conversation despite his dramatized display. ] You're really something, Wynonna Earp.
[ She's really not being subtle at this point, but what part of this entire series of events could even claim that? Her residency in his embrace, her arm loosely slung across him as if she's been doing this for weeks, months already instead of the very first time, her consciousness of everywhere they're pressed together, soft into firm. The sound of his voice, his laugh β a low and intimate sound, one that precedes the huff he tries to keep somewhere in the vein of mild exasperation but fails to muster.
She laughs too, a chuckle that breathes across his mouth where she's hovering enough to track the mirth in his eyes, his inability to maintain a straight face, and it spreads to the curving of lips that eventually pull back to reveal teeth in that full grin.
But that drifts away too, when his fingertip finds the tension in her face with the width of her smile, causes it to dissolve with a single downward swipe, and she shifts as he does, inching down until her head finds a place to rest on the pillow beside his, until she can track the peace in his features as his eyes fall shut. ]
Yeah, and don't you forget it, Frank Castle. [ She can't avoid a yawn then, ducking down to cover her mouth with the back of her hand before that same palm curves at the prominence of his hip, maintaining that tether between them even while sleep might threaten to overtake her again. ]
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Yet, even anticipating it hadn't steered away the surprise entirely, not when she follows it up with a simple response, that's you, alright, and he's returning to that quiet laughter that can't conceal itself when she's this close to his mouth. ] Jesus Christ. [ He mutters it like an annoyance, but the reality of his amusement is spelled in the sharper lines from spread lips.
An index finger finds her cheek, a light tap across the gentle swell as his eyes find hers in a brief gaze of sincere affection, soon turning them away when the arm wrapped around her waist gets a firmer grip to roll her onto her side as he follows suit, weight placed entirely on his healthy shoulder.
Still nestling her close in against him, he adjusts his head on the pillow with the shutting of his eyes, lips pursed in signal that he isn't entirely finished with the conversation despite his dramatized display. ] You're really something, Wynonna Earp.
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She laughs too, a chuckle that breathes across his mouth where she's hovering enough to track the mirth in his eyes, his inability to maintain a straight face, and it spreads to the curving of lips that eventually pull back to reveal teeth in that full grin.
But that drifts away too, when his fingertip finds the tension in her face with the width of her smile, causes it to dissolve with a single downward swipe, and she shifts as he does, inching down until her head finds a place to rest on the pillow beside his, until she can track the peace in his features as his eyes fall shut. ]
Yeah, and don't you forget it, Frank Castle. [ She can't avoid a yawn then, ducking down to cover her mouth with the back of her hand before that same palm curves at the prominence of his hip, maintaining that tether between them even while sleep might threaten to overtake her again. ]