[Dera squeezes back a little more tightly in return, muttering:] Mm. Good...mhmm...
[Then his eyes flutter slowly open, and he sees who's wrapped around him. It takes him a minute to process - what a realistic dream this time. When it settles in that he's awake, he feels his cheeks flare up with heat.
[But he doesn't pull away. She's not pulling away. What sort of idiot would he be to break this sort of contact before its time? Still, there's no way this can be happening. Memories from the night before haven't quite flooded back yet.
[He says, more than a little stunned sounding:] Hey...
[ She doesn't want to pull away; she just wants to stay and sleep until there's no sleep left in either of them. But he sounds more awake now - the surprise in his tone not escaping her notice. She'll have to move eventually.
When he moves, maybe. Or he tells her to. ]
Hey...
[ For the time being, she just keeps her eyes closed, not quite nuzzling against him (the motion's far too subtle, and still groggy at that), but the intent's there. Even if her voice betrays the fact that she's awake for real. ]
..If you want me to move, I'm afraid you're going to have to stop being comfy...I don't make the rules...
[Dera decides in that moment to never, ever, ever stop being comfy, nor dare to move for fear of being less comfy than he is right here in this moment. His voice sounds more than a little weak when he says:]
Nope. Can't...do that. Sorry. [So they'll just have to stay put. Maybe that's what he'd say if he were smooth. He's not. His arms curl just a little more tightly around her.] M'just comfy. Born that way.
[ Perhaps if he's not ready to wake up properly (or get up, since it's obvious they're both awake now, begrudgingly or otherwise), she can make a small suggestion. ]
Speaking of...
[ Slowly, wary of the crick she's probably put in her neck for falling asleep at an odd angle, she opens her eyes, and frowns against the sunlight as she gently tugs on the front of his shirt. ]
Think the sofa's wide enough for both of us to lie down..?
[Dera's smile is sleepy and crooked, but present - very present. He glances away, so as not to go blind from looking at her too long in the sunlight like that. Gosh, but Esther is pretty. And he opens his mouth to let out a laugh that never quite comes through - but the smile is present.
[She's not kicking him away from her. She wants to lie down. He nods.] I'm a skinny guy. [Now he laughs, just a little - but it's somewhat forced, only for being nervous.] Here, uh..
[More halfway-to-laughter sounds as he shifts around a bit, trying his best to ease himself down between her and the back of the sofa without actually having to let go of her, lest it should shatter the illusion that they should be touching. He makes it there eventually, and if she'll let him, he'll keep an arm around her, drag one of the throw pillows from the edge of the sofa over so she can put her head on it. He can rest his own on the arm of the couch.] That...good?
[ She'd probably laugh if she could hear Dera's thoughts; she doesn't feel very pretty most of the time, but right after waking up, slightly hungover after passing out on another person? Yeah uh, 'press X to doubt'.
The fact he's happy to just stay with her is a relief, as is the feeling of finally laying down properly once they've both gotten themselves situated and comfortable. As her arm finds it's way around his middle in return, it feels like a long-held breath being exhaled, and when Dera checks that she's comfortable, she can only nod at first, nosing brushing against his throat with the motion, voice as soft as before. ]
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...I won't.
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[Then his eyes flutter slowly open, and he sees who's wrapped around him. It takes him a minute to process - what a realistic dream this time. When it settles in that he's awake, he feels his cheeks flare up with heat.
[But he doesn't pull away. She's not pulling away. What sort of idiot would he be to break this sort of contact before its time? Still, there's no way this can be happening. Memories from the night before haven't quite flooded back yet.
[He says, more than a little stunned sounding:] Hey...
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When he moves, maybe. Or he tells her to. ]
Hey...
[ For the time being, she just keeps her eyes closed, not quite nuzzling against him (the motion's far too subtle, and still groggy at that), but the intent's there. Even if her voice betrays the fact that she's awake for real. ]
..If you want me to move, I'm afraid you're going to have to stop being comfy...I don't make the rules...
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Nope. Can't...do that. Sorry. [So they'll just have to stay put. Maybe that's what he'd say if he were smooth. He's not. His arms curl just a little more tightly around her.] M'just comfy. Born that way.
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Feels like I was just born tired.
[ Perhaps if he's not ready to wake up properly (or get up, since it's obvious they're both awake now, begrudgingly or otherwise), she can make a small suggestion. ]
Speaking of...
[ Slowly, wary of the crick she's probably put in her neck for falling asleep at an odd angle, she opens her eyes, and frowns against the sunlight as she gently tugs on the front of his shirt. ]
Think the sofa's wide enough for both of us to lie down..?
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[She's not kicking him away from her. She wants to lie down. He nods.] I'm a skinny guy. [Now he laughs, just a little - but it's somewhat forced, only for being nervous.] Here, uh..
[More halfway-to-laughter sounds as he shifts around a bit, trying his best to ease himself down between her and the back of the sofa without actually having to let go of her, lest it should shatter the illusion that they should be touching. He makes it there eventually, and if she'll let him, he'll keep an arm around her, drag one of the throw pillows from the edge of the sofa over so she can put her head on it. He can rest his own on the arm of the couch.] That...good?
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The fact he's happy to just stay with her is a relief, as is the feeling of finally laying down properly once they've both gotten themselves situated and comfortable. As her arm finds it's way around his middle in return, it feels like a long-held breath being exhaled, and when Dera checks that she's comfortable, she can only nod at first, nosing brushing against his throat with the motion, voice as soft as before. ]
Mmnhm...yeah. Yeah, this is good.