bakerstreet | you are the dancing queen

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.

"I have plenty of closets that you haven't had the opportunity to explore yet", he replied, eyes glinting with mischief. He doesn't really have a cookie closet, but Rey didn't know that just yet. "I mean, how can you beat those Samoas?"

If Rey ever got fired, she would have a place to live, at the very least. And although Miles was very well aware of her tendency to rely fully on herself for everything, he would offer to help as much as he could monetarily, as well. She'd probably argue the point, but he'd want her to know that she could depend on him for anything.

Hopefully, she was beginning to see just that.

"More or less?", he asked, voice soft, fond, certain that he knew exactly where she was going with the idea. "I mean, the blankets are pretty warm, so if you're thinking less, we could definitely do that."

And ... find ways to keep each other warm, too. He certainly wouldn't complain about that.

The mischief in Miles' eyes was so easy to spot. It made Rey laugh, crinkling her nose a little as she did. To think he may have a cookie stash--or even a closet filled with those delicious girl scout cookies was hard to believe. However, if he wanted to continue to talk it up and even maybe try to get her to look for said closet....she might be willing to play that game.

"I think I know a few ways to beat them..." she couldn't help but bite her lower lip, her own hazel eyes twinkling with mischief, excitement, and love for the man before her. Tempting and teasing Miles further, Rey let her lips brush against his for a quick kiss before burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"Less might be a good option. I'm just wondering if maybe we should do that on the couch....or your bed...or," her lips brushed against the shell of his ear. Her warm breath tickling his skin.

"Or find that secret closet of yours and have some fun there..."

For a long time not too long ago, those same eyes had been flat and blank and sad. But there was no hiding how pleased he felt every time he managed to make Rey laugh - this serious, stoic, determined young woman who wasn't prone to flights of fancy. If he has to make himself look silly in order to see her smile, he would readily and easily do just that.

Miles loves the cookies. But he loves Rey far more, and he's very taken by her attempted seduction. Is that what it was? Even if it wasn't meant to be one, that's exactly what he's taking it as. How could he ever hope to resist that look in her eyes, or the way she bites her lip just so, and the fleeting kiss before the shyness takes over and she's hiding her face against his neck.

"We'd have to find it first, and we have the whole weekend for that. I say we go for the more readily available spots - they're more comfortable, anyway. It's your choice, I'll be happy whatever catches your fancy."

Rey was trying to tease and play around with Miles. If he told her outright that she was seducing him, she would have laughed. No seduction came in the form of a woman in her lingerie, greeting her lover and tempting him to bed. Though, if she lived with him, that would be something she could try....But, no, she was teasing, not seducing. Then again, she was still learning the ropes of being in a relationship.

The brunette pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear again before moving to rest her head on his shoulder. They did have all weekend to find that secret cookie closet of his...so they could just enjoy the moment sooner by picking a spot that was already available.

"The couch, might as well see what all the hype is about," Rey teased. She moved to kiss his cheek, tempted to stay in his embrace but she wanted to change into something more comfortable. The question would be....if he was willing to let her go, or help her change.

It might not be completely intentional, but that is exactly what she was doing! So it's not an overt seduction, but that's fine, he really rather liked the sweetness of it all. Not that he'd be turned off by a more aggressive approach, or the thought of being greeted by his lovely girlfriend in lingerie, but for the moment, this was perfect as it is.

It's almost like dancing, really, the way they're close, and the way he can't resist curling an arm around her waist to keep her close, and yet, they're not moving. If not for the suggestion to move, he'd be happy to stay right here for a while yet.

But the couch is infinitely more comfortable, and maybe ... maybe moving things there wouldn't be all that bad after all. If his voice is a bit tight when he answers, it's simply because he's contending with some very vivid mental images. "We'll manage. I mean, you'll have ample opportunity to sit in my lap and, uh, if we're gonna do this while wearing not much at all ... it'll be fun. A lot of fun."

If needed, he'd offer his assistance in changing. Of course, he'd probably be more of a hindrance than a help, so occupied with kissing as much of her exposed skin as he could manage, but ... he'd do his best.

When he curls his arm around her, it nearly prompts Rey to start swaying, nearly thinking they were about to dance in his living room again. But, neither of them are dancing, neither of them are swaying. Both were staying rooted to their spots and it may or may not be distracting to have Miles kissing her in any place he could reach.

Eventually Rey started to squirm away, finding his kisses were starting to tickle her more than anything. She was giggle, pulling away to move to the couch. When Miles joined her, they picked up where they left off; displaying their affections and emotions with different kisses in different places. Soon it wasn't about a matter of changing clothes, but a matter of being connect and enjoying each other. This was how they should have spent the night celebrating Miles' good news.

Now, she was laying on top of him on his couch, with her head tucked underneath his chin and listening to the sound of his breathing.

"Better than thin mints?"

They've got the whole weekend ahead of them, and he was not averse to sharing another dance or two, but at the moment, he was far more concentrated on kissing Rey, and being kissed by Rey, and her giggling, which happens so few and far between, and the way she heads toward the couch, pulling him with her.

And then, he's far more concentrated on getting comfortable in order to continue those kisses, to divest each other of clothing under the guise of getting more comfortable, and then, well, coming together in a way that they haven't had time or opportunity to since before the shake up at the paper.

And if his goofy little grin or the way he can't stop playing with her hair is any indication, he's very much enjoyed every moment.

"Oh, come on, Thin Mints can't even compare."

"Really?" Rey asked, the word teaming with teasing and uncertainty. Her hair was down from the bun style she normally had it, allowing Miles to comb through her brunette locks. A sly smirk was on her face as she tilted her head to press a kiss to his neck.

"I don't know. You have a closet full of them." Yes, she was going to keep that up, just something to keep Miles smiling and happy. Really....would it be bad if they had days like these? Just lounging about, having sex whenever they liked and sharing a bed.

Could...this really be their future?

Still so uncertain! Although the question is more teasing than anything else, Miles knows Rey well enough to know what lies underneath. But he's hopeful that with time, that uncertainty would fade. After all, this wasn't short term for him, not when he's already thinking about the possibility of a life together much like this.

He chuckles, and shrugs, and there's a light in his eyes that's soft and fond and very, very happy all at once.

"I like the cookies, sure, but I love you more."

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miles gdmit stop with the cute

but why when he gets such lovely smiles in return

because it's too much to take! handwave the smut or play out?

sorry not sorry! up to you, i'm good with either.

we can handwave

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