( all she can muster is a hum, lolled from her tongue.
every one of her bones feels as if it's pulling, weighted, and that cloud of sleep brims all the further over the both of them til she's not so sure where she ends and he begins, anymore. and maybe if she were a bit more awake, she'd gently pry at that gratitude a bit further, expose those softer underbellies that hid beneath — maybe if they hadn't gone two rounds, reminded one another what it felt to be had. but she doesn't have to ask, not when it reaches her the way it does, when she understands what it is he's thanking her for beyond the touch, and she owes it to him in kind. perhaps come morning she'll find a way.
half-lidded, she's swiping a thumb beneath his collar before fingers sleepily stumble down to those tags once more, the very ones she'd used to lure him into that bed with her. JAMES B BARNES — lashes flutter — T42 -43B, and finally, finally they fall to a close. her ankle gives one last curl against his, and when she drifts it's with his taste on her tongue, hips and bottom growing into those love-bruises, every bit of her in that moment his. )
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every one of her bones feels as if it's pulling, weighted, and that cloud of sleep brims all the further over the both of them til she's not so sure where she ends and he begins, anymore. and maybe if she were a bit more awake, she'd gently pry at that gratitude a bit further, expose those softer underbellies that hid beneath — maybe if they hadn't gone two rounds, reminded one another what it felt to be had. but she doesn't have to ask, not when it reaches her the way it does, when she understands what it is he's thanking her for beyond the touch, and she owes it to him in kind. perhaps come morning she'll find a way.
half-lidded, she's swiping a thumb beneath his collar before fingers sleepily stumble down to those tags once more, the very ones she'd used to lure him into that bed with her. JAMES B BARNES — lashes flutter — T42 -43B, and finally, finally they fall to a close. her ankle gives one last curl against his, and when she drifts it's with his taste on her tongue, hips and bottom growing into those love-bruises, every bit of her in that moment his. )