bakerstreet | fell asleep on

[ Turning her head to nuzzle at his hair, her fingertips play under his own in tickling circles, brushing along the inside of his palm as they doze in their own cozy world. ]

Sorry I woke you up.

's all right. [He spreads his fingers out, giving her room to explore.] Sorry I squished you.

You woke me up.

[ Holding his hand, she yawns and stretches, sagging back into place. The shadows do nothing to send her back to sleep, so instead she traces the knolls of his collar-bone back and forth in the semi-darkness. ]

If I have to nap tomorrow, it's your fault.

Certainly. I accept full responsibility for your disrupted sleep schedule.

[He turns his hand to capture her fingers, and tug them up for a light, teasing kiss.]

You're never this obliging when we're not in bed, it's suspicious.

[ Mumbling as she wakes up properly, a simple shift later and she drapes down over him, elbows either side of his head as she straddles his hips. Suspicious or not, it doesn't stop her trying to steal a kiss, lulled companionably by skin on skin from head to toe. He could flip her easily, but she delights in pinning him down in the best of ways. ]

It's the sleepiness. I've only just woken.

[His hands find their way to her lower back, fitting comfortably into the dip of it, stroking her soft, warm skin.

He likes having her like this, pinning him to the bed. He doesn't have to be careful of his weight this way, after all.]

[ Nudging a chin with her nose, she trails kisses down his jaw. A shiver ripples up her back from his touch and Verity hums contentedly, a caress of her own drifting up and down his side. ]

Want to go back to sleep?

[ If he can while she's nibbling on his ear, that is, spawled over him just as naked. ]

Mmm... Not now, I don't.

[There's a hint of sly humour in his voice, but the way his body reacts to her touch that speaks to the truth of his words, even if she couldn't hear it.]

You're so spoiled.

[ Murmuring amusedly as she plants trailing kisses down his throat, she lets her weight sink against him so their bodies are pressed flush beneath the covers and uses her bent elbows beside his head for leverage, letting him feel her warmth as she rocks down against him. The blankets shift in the dark, slipping down her back, paid no mind. A strong, slender palm kneads against his abdomen, coaxing him to move with her, teasing him with the promise of more.

Lazy naked grinding in the dead of night is hardly a chore, even if Verity snorts with a smile over his skin. ]

You almost flatten me and you still get attention for it. I'm way too soft on you.

[ No pun intended, hah. ]

Completely spoiled.

[He has the best best friend in the whole multiverse, and he knows it.

He moves with her, following her coaxing, and his stomach flexes under her hand, skin made hot by their long proximity. His own fingers, he dances back up her spine, into her hair, to cradle the back of her head.]

And words cannot express how much I appreciate you.

[ Humming her approval, she has to stifle a laugh with a bite to his lower lip. It's followed up with a fond kiss, as if everything else here is chaste too. ]

Lines like that are why you're getting laid.

[ Because you mean them, is unspoken and the real dealbreaker they're both aware of. A pleased noise rumbles up when he pets her hair, and Verity shifts to sit up on his lap, hands capturing his to lace their fingers as she continues the slow drag of her hips. ]

[He gives her hands a fond little squeeze, and smiles up at her, because he really does mean those charming lines, because she is the very best, and he means it when he tells her so.

He leans up to return the kiss, soft and warm, and terribly fond.]

[ She almost prefers the nights to the days they spend together, awash in dull moonlight that manages to slip through the curtains and splash across the bed, defining his fine features. Her fingertips glide up his chest in arabesques, trailing up and down as if painting him in her own feather-light language, and while the room is cold he remains hot between her legs.

The kisses are the one constant she knows she can rely on to never change, whether soft and sweet (like now) or hard and hungry (last night, ahem). If she can make him happy with something as simple as a touch, it translates into reality with her best efforts. ]

[Her touch never fails to make him happy; he would be content to just lay with her for hours, maybe reading together, or watching (and mocking) horrible TV, or just talking, because he has a thousand times a thousand fantastic stories that he can tell her, full of magic and wonder, that are, all of them, true.

He kisses her fingertips, and then one of her palms, then her wrist, slow and warm, and affectionate.]

[ Blinking languidly while watching his progress, she smooths a hand through his hair just to feel it run through her fingers as his lips brush the beginnings of her tattoos above a wrist. ]

You say you don't want to sleep, but ...

[ He's certainly throwing off her groove, lulling her into a deep-seated desire to burrow down with him again. ]

[He nibbles lightly at the inside of her wrist, and flicks his tongue lightly over the lines of ink that grace it in vivid colour.]

But?

[ Her fingers wiggle reflexively as she leans forward into him, nuzzling a temple. Her wrist remains his property, loose and malleable under his tickling tongue. ]

But nothing, never mind. You're sweet.

[ Pressing kisses into a cool dark hairline. ]

Only for you.

[He's pretty much a giant ass to everyone else. But Verity... Verity he likes, a lot. And so he tells her true things, and continues to nibble and kiss the lines of her tattoo, up her arm.]

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