( that earns a roll of her eyes in the dark, that playful spark both of them seemed to reside comfortably within.
it dawns on her, then, that another reason that bed greeted her so heavily with him trailing behind her was the nightmares it kept, how many times it'd held her when she'd startled upright in a cold sweat, clutching at her throat as if to mechanically remind her lungs to draw in a breath. sleep was never something that'd been kind to her, but she didn't have to worry about it when they were tucked into those bars, not even when he had her pinned against that couch.
how much of her did he want to know, really?
the wooden boards beneath their feet give him away, tell her exactly where to expect the touch of him before it greets her, and it's still not enough to prepare her, those rigid muscles along the plane of her back pulling taut, mostly a sensitive reflex to his breath so close to her shoulder. her brims fold together, an exhale easing from her nose as she closes her eyes, lolls her head back til it's resting at his opposite shoulder. )
The left. ( just beside that notebook, while the opposite nightstand was tidy. a giveaway on it's own. her hands fall to rest over each of his, fingertips curling back over the ridge knuckles. )
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it dawns on her, then, that another reason that bed greeted her so heavily with him trailing behind her was the nightmares it kept, how many times it'd held her when she'd startled upright in a cold sweat, clutching at her throat as if to mechanically remind her lungs to draw in a breath. sleep was never something that'd been kind to her, but she didn't have to worry about it when they were tucked into those bars, not even when he had her pinned against that couch.
how much of her did he want to know, really?
the wooden boards beneath their feet give him away, tell her exactly where to expect the touch of him before it greets her, and it's still not enough to prepare her, those rigid muscles along the plane of her back pulling taut, mostly a sensitive reflex to his breath so close to her shoulder. her brims fold together, an exhale easing from her nose as she closes her eyes, lolls her head back til it's resting at his opposite shoulder. )
The left. ( just beside that notebook, while the opposite nightstand was tidy. a giveaway on it's own. her hands fall to rest over each of his, fingertips curling back over the ridge knuckles. )
Just how likely are you to keep to your side, hm?