[She settles back down, pressing her back against his skin, pulling his arm a little tighter around her waist. There's that tingle of electricity that always comes from feeling his body against hers. Sleepy or not, she'll never not notice it.]
[ Her shoulder gets a kiss, for what it's worth, but Sam is quickly realizing he's becoming a bit of a pushover to her in some respects. He's generally not the kind of person who likes to follow orders, either, as she's surely noticed from his stubbornness. But there are some things he'll give for her. ]
[For some reason, aside from the mouth, that's probably her favorite place to be kissed. There's something deeply intimate about it. Maybe because no one else has ever done it. But she's not up to the challenge of analyzing right now. She just enjoys it, closing her eyes.]
[Fatima's made a game out of finding new and interesting ways to destroy it. It doesn't really mean anything, other than to express to Yao, in any way she can, that they don't own her. They can manipulate her and hurt her and even kill her, sure. But she'll sleep where she damn well wants.
And if it happens that that means exactly where she is at the moment, then that's a choice too.]
[ Another light huff. He'd like to be able to promise that, but so much seems out of their control. All they can really do for the moment is enjoy the time they have. ]
[ He can hear the tiredness in her voice, and it's probably for the best. She has a feeling she'll push through until unconsciousness finally takes her. ]
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[ There are a few piles of promises he could offer, but knows better than that. ]
Raincheck for tomorrow night?
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That'll do.
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Good.
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Until...]
Sam...
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Yeah?
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This isn't my bed.
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[ WELP. It may be now, Fatima. ]
...You just noticed that?
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I was a little distracted.
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...It might be now.
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I hadn't thought of it that way.
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[She leans over her shoulder, kissing him again. Gently this time. Tender.]
Meanwhile, I never want to leave.
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M'not asking you to.
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[She settles back down, pressing her back against his skin, pulling his arm a little tighter around her waist. There's that tingle of electricity that always comes from feeling his body against hers. Sleepy or not, she'll never not notice it.]
I prefer to give them.
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[ Her shoulder gets a kiss, for what it's worth, but Sam is quickly realizing he's becoming a bit of a pushover to her in some respects. He's generally not the kind of person who likes to follow orders, either, as she's surely noticed from his stubbornness. But there are some things he'll give for her. ]
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Did you destroy the spiral in your room?
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Yeah. I'll be fine.
[ For one night, at least. ]
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And if it happens that that means exactly where she is at the moment, then that's a choice too.]
Then you can stay?
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[ But he's making no indication of moving, ghosting his lips over her skin. He's pretty sure he knows the answer. ]
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[Really, Sam. You can be too polite.
Fortunately, you're also adorable.]
Maybe this time we won't wake up in post-Apocalyptic London.
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[ He sighs on to her shoulder. That's definitely a week he doesn't want to relive. ]
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Not that I don't love a good disaster or anything, but you know what I would really like?
[Rhetorical question. She barely pauses.]
I want nights like this. That aren't immediately following or followed by a catastrophe.
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I'd like that too.
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[She closes her eyes, pulling his arm tighter around her waist.]
But if I can't have that...I'll settle for just nights like this.
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Yeah?
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