physiotherapy | awsten knight

31: english breakfast

January 15th, 5 weeks after the incident

Awsten tried to turn in bed, confused by the resistance he experienced. He blinked a few times before shutting his eyes again. He tried to fall back to sleep, but instead he became more aware of the arm around his chest.

He blindly grasped the hand that hung over his chest and pulled it down, causing Cosima's embrace around him to tighten. Her front pressed against his back now and he felt her head snuggle into him.

Awsten peaked through half-closed lids and turned around in her hold. He hoisted his leg over her naked ones. Cosima tucked her head under his chin and he rested his head on top of hers. She breathed in deeply and wiggled around a little, which indicated that she was waking up.

Awsten let his hand wander under her hoodie, he trailed his fingers along her hip bones, up to her waist and then over her rib cage. When he trailed his hand back down, it confirmed that she was still without underwear. He sneaked his arm around her hip and pulled her in by her lower back.

"Hmpf.", Cosima mumbled against him.

She opened her eyes for the first time, her eyelids fluttered against Awsten's skin. She was met with the sight of his exposed collarbones. Slowly, she drew aimless shapes on his chest.

Awsten didn't feel like speaking or getting up, so he closed his eyes again and enjoyed the pleasant feeling.

They both fell in and out of sleep, before Cosima had to move. She tangled herself out of his hold, before ushering off to the bathroom. She hobbled down the hall, trying to remember where the room was. She found it quicker than anticipated. After using the toilet and washing her hands, she checked herself out in the mirror.

Her skin was a little blotchy, probably from crying and her hair rubbing her skin the wrong way all night. She looked around for a hair brush, then grabbed it. While she brushed out her tangled hair, she was looking around for the spare toothbrush, she had used when she had been here the last time. Maybe he had kept it?

Her search was successful, because she found it in a separate holder. She used Awsten's toothpaste which distinctively tasted like mint.

Once she finished getting ready, she slipped out of the bathroom. She pulled the ends of Awsten's hoodie down, trying to keep herself covered up, when she re-entered the bedroom.

Awsten still laid in bed. His cheek pressed against the mattress and his hair stuck out into different directions. When he noticed her presence, a fond smile formed on his face.

She took a seat on the edge of his bed and started caressing his upper back, which was peaking out from under the covers.

Awsten looked up at her with big eyes, and trailed a finger on the outside of her exposed thigh.

"Are you up for breakfast?", she asked.

Awsten put his hand onto her thigh now, using it as leverage to push himself up, "Fine.", he sleepily grumbled.

Cosima giggled and pecked his cheek, "You didn't have to get up, I would've made it by myself too."

"Nah, I can't leave you standing in the kitchen alone, looking like that.", he grinned cheekily, his voice still rough. Blush rose to Cosima's cheeks and she fiddled with the hem of her hoodie again.