bakerstreet | you are the dancing queen

The sigh of boots, jeans, and socks littering his bedroom floor didn't mean anything to Rey. She didn't find it annoying or labeled Miles as a messy person. If anything, it showed her the man she thought was charming and nearly perfect, had some flaws about him. Flaws that she could easily relate to and honestly, if this was the biggest thing she had to worry about, then she would be okay. Her apartment was too small to actually have things laying about. Anything on the floor would take away space that she desperately needed.

"I could change in the bathroom, it's your home." He could change in his own room if he wanted to. While waiting for his answer, she stepped into his closet, careful not to disturb anything that could topple over. It felt weird to be in his closet without him there, still feeling like she wasn't meant to be there even with his permission.

Eventually she came out with a white shirt in her hands.

"Do you mind if I borrow some pajama bottoms too?" She wasn't faulting him for it being cold. She would prefer to go to bed in a sweater and socks too, but didn't want to borrow anymore items than she needed to.

Well. It's a habit, and a bad one, getting undressed and leaving things where they lie. But it's certainly not the worst habit in the world - and Miles would like to think that he knows that for a fact, since he's two years and seven months sober. Before ... well, the easiest way to put it is that he hadn't been at his best. Things are ... better now, and looking up, and he's looking forward to finding out how content he can be.

While he thinks 'it could be your home, too', but he bites the comment back, nodding his agreement. Boundaries. It's the first time they've done this, and there are obviously going to be boundaries. He can accept them. As with most things, this would become easier in time - so natural and normal that it would all happen without thinking, or worrying.

"Oh, yeah, of course", he answers, pointing back into the closet, which is, surprisingly, arranged very particularly. "Second shelf. They'll probably all be a bit big, but I think you'll manage."

Boundaries were good and at times, great. It allowed Rey and Miles to know where they stood, although sometimes Rey liked to push those boundaries when she felt comfortable enough to do so. Normally she wasn't one for rules, but once she knew the rules of something, she learned how she could bend and twist them to her advantage. Like now, she's pushing their boundaries and expanding them by staying the night and borrowing his clothes.

"I'll be able to manage. I don't want to go to bed and wake up freezing." Because honestly, if it were warmer, she would be okay just sleeping in a t-shirt and her underwear. She turned her attention back to his closet, finding his pajama bottoms quite easily and grabbed a pair. Both items in hand, she retreated to his bathroom to quickly change. In a matter of minutes she came out swimming in his clothes. She felt a little silly, but it would be comfortable at least.

"Thanks again, I'll be sure to wash these before I return them to you."

Testing boundaries could be very fun, as long as there was nothing impatient about it. And thus far, those sorts of pushing have been mutually wanted and enjoyed, so he's got no complaints there. Rules! Hardly. More like ... guidelines, which are a bit more fluid and a lot less rigidly enforced.

"It'll get pretty toasty under the blankets, I think. I mean, the body heat and all", he replies, offering a quick, teasing little wink, too. "And if not, I suppose I could be talked into keeping you warm."

Nothing dirty, he means, with lots of cuddles, and allowing cold feet to steal some of his warmth. She takes her leave, and he takes the opportunity to change, too, hair messy and disheveled from pulling his sweater up and over his head. They both look silly, sure, but they're comfortable, and that's what counts.

"Cute", he offers, and by the size of his grin, he means it completely. "C'mon. Cuddletime awaits."

The tease was well welcomed, making her smile a little just before she went to change. Now that she's back, she can see what Miles has changed into, chuckling at the sight of his messy hair. She loved combing her fingers through it, making it look messier or sleek.

Never in her life did she expect her lover to get her to bed by offering cuddletimes with her. It wasn't cheesy or corny, it was cute really. It made her grin at him, moving closer to wrap her arm around his waist. The pant legs of his pajama bottoms dragged across the floor. She ducked her head a little at his compliment, but she wasn't going to keep him waiting.

"Alright, alright. Let's go to bed," she told him, moving over to his bed, letting him climb in first then doing the same. She moved over to him, curling up against him and giving both of them some time to cuddle before sleep claimed them.

This is what real intimacy is about. There are no more walls to break down - there's a guy with messy hair wearing a college t-shirt that has clearly seen better days, and there's a girl who's swimming in his clothes that he thinks has never looked more beautiful. And there was the promise of many more nights just like this.

It is corny, he knows, but it makes her smile, and that's what matters the most. By the time they're in bed and wrapped up in the blankets, having found a comfortable spot and position ... he's grinning like an idiot.

For the first time in a long, long time, he's absolutely, perfectly content. And he just knows that this will be the best night's sleep he's had in practically forever. A soft kiss pressed to her bare shoulder, he closes his eyes, and finally murmurs a quiet - "Good night."

As anxious and nervous as Rey had originally been, she finds it's very nice to fall asleep with Miles holding her. Even more intriguing was how easily it was for her to fall asleep next to him. She tilted her head up, kissing his cheek just before she shut her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Throughout the night Rey alternated between rolling away from Miles, only to wind up spooning against him an hour or two later. Her body wasn't used to so much space, more aware of where the edge of where her old bed was. She primarily stayed in one spot, and true to her word, she dragged the blankets over to herself. However, she did share the covers with Miles whenever she rolled over back to him.

Morning came far too early for the pair, with Rey's internal clock telling her to wake up. She started to shift, almost rolling over again when her eyes started to flutter open. For a brief moment, she panicked, wondering who or what was holding her, but last night's events filtered through her mind. Rey relaxed and found herself still curled up against Miles. She found herself unwilling to get out of his bed, unwilling to go back to reality and leave his home.

It's an understandable feeling - this is all brand new, after all. Not necessarily sharing his bed, he's done that before, but never with Rey. But it didn't take long to find comfort in each other's arms, and it didn't take much longer after than to fall asleep.

Miles only woke up twice - once, when she'd rolled away, and he groggily wanted to make sure where she'd gone. Reassured, he rolled over and fell back to sleep. The second time, she'd stolen the blankets away, just like she warned him that she might. That time, he did have to sleepily get out of bed in order to find a thin blanket to warm his feet - at least until he got his thicker comforter back, and Rey's warmth along with it.

And then, before he'd like it to, the morning came. And although he'd love nothing better than to stay right where he is, there was no denying that it was a work day, and he had to get up. He's only somewhat happy to do son once his arm curls around Rey all the tighter, and even through his hazy consciousness, he holds her all the closer. "No ... "

The sound of Miles' voice prompted Rey to actually open her eyes to blink slowly up at him. So far they were still in the same bed. No one managed to push the other person away and he was still.....he was still holding her. Those were surely all good signs right? Her mind was slowly coming to, though her body didn't want to move from such a comfortable spot.

"No what?" she asked in a soft murmur, voice raspy from waking up.

C'mon Miles, they had to wake up sooner or later. Unless he wanted to convince Rey, the hard working student with a crummy job, to actually play hooky.

That makes one of them - yes, the sun is almost unbearably bright as it shines through the bedroom window, but Miles hasn't yet forced himself to open his eyes more than just a crack. Honestly, he just wants to close them and pull her closer still, and forget all about the responsibilities they both face once they've greeted the day.

Before he manages to blink his eyes open, he does smile, sighing quietly before he speaks, his voice deep and heavy with disuse. "I don't want to have to get up yet. I wanna stay here with you all day."

Ultimately, that's not a very feasible wish - for today, at least, and he knows that. But the weekend was coming quickly. And then, if she was amenable, they could do this again.

Whether Rey wanted it to happen or not, she found herself blushing slightly from Miles' words. He wanted to stay all day in bed with her. Regardless of whatever they had to do beyond his front door, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her in his arms and curled up next to him. There was nothing wrong with that, not at all, especially when Rey was having the same sentiments. However, one of them had to be the responsible one.

She shut her eyes, disliking the brightness of the sun pouring through the windows. At least with Miles keeping his eyes closed, he wouldn't see her blush, especially if she opted to bury her face into his chest.

"I know...I know.." A truth she wish she didn't know, but had to follow through with.

"But we can't. You start your new job...and I get to go back to mine and then study." Maybe reminding him of the adult things he needed to do today would help.

Urgh, the weekend couldn't come soon enough.

She's quiet for a good, long while, and although he still doesn't open his eyes, he's certain that he can imagine the color as it blooms across her cheeks, and for one moment, that mental image in mind, he doesn't mind being awake this unbearably early. Yeah, he wants nothing more than curling up all the closer and going right back to sleep, but he's not going to risk his new job, or hers, or her schooling.

There would be time enough for more of this later, when all their responsibilities were taken care of.

He groans softly, and his arm falls slack, and finally, his eyes slowly open, taking in the room, that damnably bright sunshine, and Rey, sleep disheveled and just as gorgeous as ever.

"I know - ", he answers, pausing, wondering if it's too soon to ask - "Tonight, though. Do you think you'll want to do this again tonight?"

And every night after?

The question catches her off guard. She didn't think he would be asking so soon, especially when they just woke up. Why couldn't Miles wake up and be happy she managed to stay in his bed, in his room all night? Rey thought about it for a moment, not wanting to get miles upset so early in the morning...and trying to grapple with how she felt. Falling asleep with him....it felt nice. It felt right, but she didn't want to rush things.

"...How about, tomorrow night? I can spend the night until the weekend is over." Something for both of them to look forward to. Maybe even a glimpse into how their lives would be if they actually lived together?

She leaned into him, brushing her nose against his until her lips connected with his.

"We can spend the weekend together. Would that work for you?"

[ooc: Could always skip to the weekend~]

He is exceptionally happy that he's woken up with her by his side. And if he was thinking correctly instead of blurting out the first thing on the tip of his tongue, he would've left it simple with a good morning. He hopes he hasn't proven himself pushy by asking for too much too soon.

He's not offended in the slightest by the suggestion. It shows that she's at least willing to try this again when there's more time to enjoy the moments spent together. So, he nods his agreement, and easily returns the kiss, and takes great pleasure in the knowledge that they'll have the weekend.

"Yup. You, me, the couch, and as much takeout as we can eat. Sounds perfect."

[ooc: Yup, go 'head!]

"And a movie marathon..." Rey adds, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The weekend couldn't come soon enough. Once Rey and Miles got out of bed, they got dressed and went their separate ways. Rey did her job, only to come home tired and forced herself to do her school work. The days blurred into another next until the weekend was in sight. The day before, she packaged a bag with clothes for the next few days, including spare items and her old laptop. Once work was done, she went home, grabbed her bag and went over to Miles' place.

Hopefully she wasn't running late. Hopefully he wasn't waiting too long for her to arrive and knock on his door.

And a movie marathon.

It wasn't difficult to get through the next few days when there was the promise of an entire weekend spent together to look forward to. Work keeps him busy enough while he's there, and sometimes even when he's not, but he's much happier than he'd been previously. Hopefully, things would only get better the longer he was there.

But then the weekend arrives, and all he can think about is the moment that Rey arrives, grinning like a loon once the knock announces her arrival. He opens the door, and it only just shifts into something all the wider, happy, so pleased to see her. "Hey! Come on it."

"Hey," Rey replied back with a shy smile. There was no doubt in her mind that she was doing something she wanted to do. However, she was still nervous. It was one thing to spend the night, it was a whole other to spend nights with him. Still, she was determined to not let it show.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," she told him, stepping inside and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Did you want me to leave my bag in your room? Or am I sleeping on the couch today?"

They managed one night - he's certain that they can manage a couple in a row. It's a necessary experiment, after all, finding out if they're compatible in this way. Because it wouldn't really be a good thing for either of them if they rushed into actually living together and then found out that they couldn't get along when spending so much time together.

"No, no, not at all", he answers, closing and locking the door, happy to see her, and hoping that the weekend would off without a hitch. "I only just got here a little while ago. Just relaxing."

Miles laughs, and shakes his head, and takes a step toward the bedroom, gesturing for Rey to follow. "You're only sleeping on the couch if you want to sleep there. Your stuff can hang out in the bedroom, though."

Rey was glad to know she didn't keep Miles waiting for too long. She did try her best to leave the office on time and rushed home. Thankfully her place was within walking distance, otherwise if she had gone by bus it would have taken longer. Though who knows what would happen in the future. Miles' place was closer to their--well, her work. If she lived with him, she wouldn't have to rush every morning.

Or maybe she should focus on dropping her bags off in his room first.

"Well, you did bring up the couch the other day. Movies, and eating take out. Only thought we'd conclude the evening with falling asleep there," Rey teased, moving to his bedroom to drop off her bag. She didn't linger there for too long, only reaching into her bag to pull out the shirt and pants she borrowed from the other night. Without telling him, she went into his closet to the put clean clothes away.

"Are you craving anything specific for dinner tonight?"

Even if she'd found herself running late, Miles would have waited. He's been looking too forward for this to call it off just because of that. Even if he'd had to wait, he'd still be just as happy as he is now that she's here.

Again, he laughs, more amused than before, offering a shrug and sigh. "Well, it's a possibility. I'll just have to remember to put out blankets and pillows so that we don't have to get up in the middle of the night."

He wouldn't have minded if she'd kept the clothes, honestly. "See, I was just about to ask you that. If you're up for it, I know a really great Japanese place that does delivery."

Rey managed to hold back from chuckling, but the grin she had on her face spread. She honestly hoped Miles knew she was joking. Although, if he was putting some thought into it, maybe they could crash on the couch for a while. However, nothing would be able to beat his nice comfy, big bed. After coming back home, she realized how much she missed it.

Clothes and bag put away, she wandered back over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"That sounds good. I brought a few dvds, I can bring them out for you to see which one piques your interest. But.." she leaned in to kiss him chastely.

"How was work?"

He knows. But he also wants to ensure that this weekend runs as smoothly as possible, and if that means being prepared for every eventuality, he would happily put in the work. Besides, what's better than curling up on the couch together and cuddling underneath a warm blanket? That's an A+ evening in in his book.

They'd make it to the bed eventually, he's sure. It's still cold out, after all, and there were plenty of blankets to keep them both warm.

Miles hums his appreciation for the affection, eager to return the kiss, although it doesn't last nearly as long as he would like. There was more time for that later. Right now was about becoming reacquainted after days of being apart. "Yeah, perfect, we can do that."

He pauses, and laughs a bit, and shrugs. "It's ... good. I mean, I'm gonna miss writing about the Girl Scouts, but ... I could get used to where I'm at."

The kiss was meant to be sweet and not last too long, however, after days of being apart it was difficult even for Rey to keep things chaste. His lips felt right against hers, nearly making her instigate another kiss, but she held back. No, she wanted to hear about his day first before giving into other desires. Though with Miles, that was starting to become harder to do, especially after spending an entire day together.

Don't get ahead of yourself. Her mind whispered, forcing her to keep her hands at his waist and not lean in again.

"Good. I mean, you could always see about writing about the Girl Scouts....or just buy their cookies." she teased, happy to know Miles was settling well in his new job. He deserved to be at a place where he was happy and if he got the same or better pay, that was great.

"Things at work are the same, but nothing looming over my head about being fired over a relationship. No, now it's just the normal job-loss threat looming, but that's been pretty much it." No one had commented on them being a couple because no one else had seen them in public before.

"If we're not going anywhere else...could sleep in something more comfortable."

It was difficult for Miles to pull away, too, but he'd like to think that he managed admirably. There would be plenty of time later to indulge in those particular passions, but for the moment, and for a while, at least, he wanted very much to show that he was just as happy talking about the past few days, what the next week would hold, anything to prove that he wasn't just thinking about one thing.

Although it would be a lie to say that that one thing hadn't been on his mind.

"Oh, trust me, I am going to buy cookies - God, I should buy in bulk, I think. They only come around once a year, you know, and they're so good."

The normal job-loss threat, she said, and he had to roll his eyes at that. The boss was a douche of the highest order, and if that did happen, he'd be losing out on a great asset to the paper. But maybe Miles could talk to his new boss, see if there were any spots that needed filling. Only if Rey wanted, of course, since it was her livelihood on the line.

Of course, that thought disappeared in the moment that she suggested something more comfortable, and there was no helping the way he raised an eyebrow, curious. "Well, I don't plan on going anywhere tonight. By more comfortable, you mean - ?"

"In bulk? You're making me wonder if you have your own secret stash somewhere in here," more teasing, more chances to get him to smile and be relaxed around her. Now that the image was put out there, she couldn't help but imagine Miles having his own secret stash of cookies in the fridge. Yes, Girl Scout cookies were good, but she didn't think he needed to have piles and piles of them.

If Rey ever indeed got fired, she would have to look high and low for a job. Then, again she wouldn't be picky until she found something with another paper. Even if that meant working in a junkyard, just as long as she had a job to help pay the bills. Especially if she wanted to contribute to Miles' household--ahh, she was getting ahead of herself again.

No, she needed to at least survive the weekend before they took any further steps forward.

"I mean...." she leaned in, brushing her nose against his. "Pajamas...more or less..." With more clothing like borrowing a sweater of his, or taking clothes off of him....which ever he would prefer. Because, they hadn't had the chance to be connected, physically, in a while.

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....how can they be so adorable? gdmit need more

haha i know. that is why i'm tagging once more before bed even though i really should be sleeping

I know...i'm about to go to bed too

well worth staying up past my bedtime for <3

ditto! <3

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