( there aren't any lights to guide them once they make it past the kitchen, and maybe she should've been a bit more inclined to lean on that hint of suggestion that'd toyed between their messages long before he'd even arrived, tidied up a bit more than the main living space. her room's not a mess, to most others' means, in fact, it's one of the only rooms in her apartment that isn't riddled with the contents of various files. instead, there's the tousle of sheets, an unmade bed, a small moleskin with a pen tucked inside it's pages, noting where she'd left off, and a window a foot off of each side of the bed.
there's a noticeable chill once they step inside, floorboards giving that familiar creak, three of her digits tangled lazily with his, arm outstretched behind her like a guiding light.
she used to sleeping in something minimal, and she's not ashamed of her body so much as she's unaccustomed to another being given so much of her, freely on display despite both lamps snuffed out within the room. there's just that pale blue bath of the moonlight pouring in. a single look at that mattress reminds her that she's never once seen another body crawl within it, but she's quick to dismiss the thought as she pauses demurely at the foot of it, letting him catch up beside her only to duck down, leave a love-bite at the round of his shoulder.
and, because she seems on cue to re-tell bits of their night together: )
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there's a noticeable chill once they step inside, floorboards giving that familiar creak, three of her digits tangled lazily with his, arm outstretched behind her like a guiding light.
she used to sleeping in something minimal, and she's not ashamed of her body so much as she's unaccustomed to another being given so much of her, freely on display despite both lamps snuffed out within the room. there's just that pale blue bath of the moonlight pouring in. a single look at that mattress reminds her that she's never once seen another body crawl within it, but she's quick to dismiss the thought as she pauses demurely at the foot of it, letting him catch up beside her only to duck down, leave a love-bite at the round of his shoulder.
and, because she seems on cue to re-tell bits of their night together: )
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