Recollections

Fluff VI

Sleepy

"What about your ultimate favorite animal?"

"My love, what is with the first date questions?"

"I just want to know everything about you, is that so bad?"

Her eyes watch intensely at his hand holding hers, rubbing his thumb up and down each of her fingers, moving from her left hand to her right. While he rubs her left hand, her right is busy holding onto his arm and tracing any small (imaginary) trail across his skin. As he moves to her right hand, her left hand follows the same with his other arm.

"It is not bad, but you know everything you need to know."

"Which would be what, exactly?" She inquires, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as her mind circulates with curiosities about him.

Without looking at him, she can feel his vibrance, his liveliness. His arms flex with every movement of his hands, his chest pounding against her back as his heart truly seems to pound out of his chest with her skin in touch with his. Not that she doesn't have much of the same interactions within her own body. Her lungs fail to be properly working lungs every time his skin is upon hers.

"You know my deepest loves," he begins listing. He rests his head against hers, his mouth beside her ear, his voice soft with sleepiness. "You know my true desires, my true protections. What I would or would not do. You know all my movements. You see right through me without even needing to search or ask, you can simply take one look at me."

"Well, yeah but I don't know any of your favorites," she pouts lightly, her mind genuine filled with the smallest and most miniscule, unimportant questions. He softly chuckles, his eye lids fighting against his heart's desire to stay awake and feel her against him for as long as it lasts. But he knows he won't fight forever, for her being pressed against him in such a cuddly way is exactly what's putting him to sleep; and her fingers rubbing against his arms aren't helping the matter.

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"I am tired."

. . .

"You should rest then, my love. You worked hard today."

He can hear the strength that has drained from her voice, all enthusiasm that has spilled from her body. She always hates saying goodbye and good night, but all must come to an end, even if only a temporary end. She'd be awake with him forever if given the chance.

"You know what the best thing about being able to hold each is, love?"

"Hm," she hums in question, her head rested against his shoulder.

"You can come hang onto me while we sleep."

Her heart races at the thought of being able to rest in the night beside him, instead of dreaming she's beside him. Oh, how long they've waited to do that.

"Okay," she mutters quietly, though he can hear the excitement that has come right back to her energy.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

He begins to pull has hands from hers, temporarily untangling their arms and letting her crawl off him and the couch. He stands and reaches for her hand gently. Once she catches sight of him, she realizes how much fighting he's been doing to stay awake. She sighs. "Poor boy is exhausted," she thinks.

"Bed?" He whispers. She nods in response and walks beside him to the bedroom for rest.

"Good night my love," she mumbles as her own mind begins to slip away to dreamland.

"Good night, my girl."

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