bakerstreet | FELL ASLEEP ON MEME

[ Things have gotten so exhausting lately, is it really even strange anymore? She should at least be used to him imposing on her personal space, even if he is asleep while doing so. ]

[It's not strange when he rests his head against her shoulder. That's what Jefferson does, it's normal. The falling asleep part of it though, that isn't what Emma was expecting.

Just like he might not have been expecting her to allow it, but she does. They've been in worse situations before, why the hell not?]

[ He wasn't really expecting to fall asleep, either. Not here, in the middle of her house where anyone could just walk in and see them, because even if he isn't really a secret anymore it's another thing entirely to let anyone else see them together like this. But it's been a week, a long week for both of them, and having her back is a comfort that lulls him into relaxing long enough to doze quietly on her shoulder. ]

[It's Emma who ends up staying awake, just barely managing to keep her eyes open when the warmth of him and the comfort of the loveseat start getting to her. Eventually she lifts her head, straightens up some and looks around, relieved to see that they're still alone. She's alright with him falling asleep as long as she doesn't have to answer questions about it.]

Jefferson. [She sounds drowsy herself, her voice noticeably lower than usual as she nudges his shoulder.] Hey, Jefferson.

Mmm.

[ He doesn't quite stir, comfortable enough that he wants to stay right where he is until he wakes up a little more. Not that he really wants to, but yes, he has to eventually. ]

We should take this upstairs.

[Before anyone else finds out he's there. It seems like a great plan without any potential for awkwardness. ...Or she's tired, and hasn't given thought to the fact that she just invited him into her bed. One or the other.

Out of sight's still good, right?]

Mmhm.

[ At first it doesn't seem like he's doing more than sleepily grunting, in order to appease her and go back to sleep. Somewhere along the line he seems to wake up enough to realize where they are and what happened, and with a sigh he starts to pull himself up again.

One hand moves to rub the bridge of his nose. ]

Sorry. Didn't mean to...

[After the week Emma's had, she doesn't care. Yawning, she pushes herself to her feet before she starts to stretch her arms out.]

Come on, bed. Now.

[She's too tired to drive him and he's too tired to go on his own. It's the easiest solution.]

Right, right...

[ With effort he rolls his weight forward and finds his feet, stretching a bit himself. The idea has appeal, he has to admit...and they haven't spent a night together since the bender at Granny's.

Which is a little odd, considering they've done a lot more in between then and now. But not that. Eh. Now's not the time to think on it, he's got no brain for figuring this out right now. ]

[She's not looking to make a big deal out of this, he's been in her bed before. And yeah, maybe that was for something else entirely, but thinking about it would ruin her current interest in not making a big deal out of this.]

Yeah.

[She lowers her arms to her sides and heads for the stairs, figuring he can come if he wants and stay if he'd rather not.]

[ He trails close behind her, still rubbing his eyes. It all seems pretty legit, until he remembers who else lives here. ]

They're not going to mind me staying, are they?

I think after what all of us have been through, who I'm sleeping with is the least of their concerns.

[That's actual sleeping this time. The off switch has been hit on her brain, and every inch of her is exhausted. There's nothing wrong with him sticking around for a while.]

Just making sure...

[ Whoever invented stairs needs to be shot, really. He's glad for little more than hitting that landing, already toeing off his shoes. ]

Stop worrying or I'm going to shoot you full of arrows.

[Which is a lie, since that's not a weapon she can actually use. She sounds convincing enough when she gets into her room and sits down to remove her boots.]

[ That earns a crooked grin as he reaches to loosen his cuffs. The vest is coming off too, as it isn't terribly comfortable to sleep in. ]

Far be it for me to induce violent tendencies in you. That would be terrible.

You should know better by now.

[She peels off her boots and leaves them by the dresser, stepping into the closet for a moment to get out of her pants and sweater and into a t-shirt and sweatpants. It's her place, so Emma's not going to feel guilty for getting as comfortable as possible.

Besides, sleeping in those pants is anything but pleasant.]

Never stopped me from doing anything before.

[ He folds up the vest and pauses for a moment, considering. Then the shirt makes its way off as well, similarly folded and tucked on the corner of a dresser. ]

But it's certainly under advisement.

Yeah, because you're such a good listener.

[She nods to show how much she doesn't believe that, turning her attention away from him while she tugs a brush through her hair a few times. Setting it down, Emma heads over to the bed to peel back the covers, slipping between them before she adjusts her pillows.]

[ Rustle-rustle goes the pants coming off too, and then he's sliding in from the other side of the bed, lowering his head to press a kiss to her shoulder. Then he's settling in, and yes, it's a little more comfortable falling asleep up here. ]

That's unfair. I listened to you about coming upstairs, didn't I?

That wasn't a suggestion, that was an order.

[She smirks, amused to have gotten that past him. There are times when he does what's expected of him, they're just few, far between, and usually involve him standing something to gain.]

Ah. I see. That's how this works...

[ Here's hoping Emma doesn't mind that arm now tucking itself around her waist as Jefferson lets his eyes close again. ]

Good, you're catching on.

[Does she tense at first? Yep. Luckily, she relaxes after a moment and closes her eyes.]

Any other orders I should be aware of?

[ It feels good, the warmth of another presence sharing the bed, and he's missed it. He's actually completely content to just go back to sleep like this, and Charming and Snow can say what they like about it. ]

I'll have more of them tomorrow.

[David and Mary Margaret can absolutely say what they want about it, they're the ones who stay in bed downstairs past noon. Emma's just plain sleepy.]

FELL ASLEEP ON MEME

Emma Swan • Once Upon A Time

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