[ She can't see the shocked look on his face when she laces their fingers together, but it's definitely there. He's not going to question why she's letting him hold her so intimately though, especially if voicing how surprised he is gives her second thoughts about what she's doing. ]
...I will. [ Why would he want to move from the position he's in right now? A hurricane could tear the building apart and he'd still want to stay exactly the way they are. It's perfect. ] Night, Dara.
[ He nuzzles against the back of her shoulders and after struggling to sleep for half an hour, it only takes a couple of minutes until he's fallen into slumber. He wakes up a couple of times during the night from hearing sounds outside, but when he's sure it's just a stray animal, nothing dangerous, he rubs his thumb soothingly against Dara's stomach until he falls back asleep.
The only reason Scott wakes up early the next morning is because sunlight is hitting his face through the large windows in Dara's loft since she doesn't have any freaking curtains. He almost forgets where he is at first since waking up on Dara's couch is a lot different to waking up in her bed with his arm around her. They're in the exact same positions they fell asleep in except their legs are tangled up now... and the curve of Dara's ass is directly against Scott's crotch. He was worried he might wake up with a boner, but he doesn't seem to have one at the moment, as long as Dara doesn't push her butt back against him. He whispers a silent thank you to his dick for behaving.
With her smell all over him, it's hard to resist waking Dara up with kisses against the back of her neck. It's not like they haven't kissed before, as much as she wants to act like they never happened. They're featherlight kisses he brushes against her nape and trails along her shoulder. ]
Wakey wakey... [ He murmurs to her, his voice husky from sleep. ] Need to talk to you about curtains... your complete lack of them. Do you have a phobia of them or something? [ He chuckles against her skin. ]
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...I will. [ Why would he want to move from the position he's in right now? A hurricane could tear the building apart and he'd still want to stay exactly the way they are. It's perfect. ] Night, Dara.
[ He nuzzles against the back of her shoulders and after struggling to sleep for half an hour, it only takes a couple of minutes until he's fallen into slumber. He wakes up a couple of times during the night from hearing sounds outside, but when he's sure it's just a stray animal, nothing dangerous, he rubs his thumb soothingly against Dara's stomach until he falls back asleep.
The only reason Scott wakes up early the next morning is because sunlight is hitting his face through the large windows in Dara's loft since she doesn't have any freaking curtains. He almost forgets where he is at first since waking up on Dara's couch is a lot different to waking up in her bed with his arm around her. They're in the exact same positions they fell asleep in except their legs are tangled up now... and the curve of Dara's ass is directly against Scott's crotch. He was worried he might wake up with a boner, but he doesn't seem to have one at the moment, as long as Dara doesn't push her butt back against him. He whispers a silent thank you to his dick for behaving.
With her smell all over him, it's hard to resist waking Dara up with kisses against the back of her neck. It's not like they haven't kissed before, as much as she wants to act like they never happened. They're featherlight kisses he brushes against her nape and trails along her shoulder. ]
Wakey wakey... [ He murmurs to her, his voice husky from sleep. ] Need to talk to you about curtains... your complete lack of them. Do you have a phobia of them or something? [ He chuckles against her skin. ]