While she was at it, Jenni flicked on the bedside lamp before—retreating? No no. Making some tactical readjustments. Lying half across a chest the size of the former squire's wouldn't stay comfortable for long. She settled down on her right side instead, head pillowed on his bicep while her left arm rested across his middle. She couldn't see very much from this angle, but given the choice between looking and cuddling, she took cuddling. Enthusiastic was a good word for the night's activities. Now, the path of least resistance had a special appeal.
"Mm, not as such," she replied, her voice hazy from sleep. "I mean, I can't stay here all day . . . as tempting as that is." Speaking of which, there was no chance that her hands, or at least the free one, would stay still for long, not with so much bare skin available for slow, casual exploration. She didn't understand how people could be as uptight as most of them were about touching in everyday life. The tactile sense was her favorite, bar none. She couldn't get enough.
"G'morning, by the way," she added, feeling a proper salutation was in order. "Sleep all right? I know I was worn out." She grinned—even if he couldn't see her face properly, he could probably feel it against his arm and hear it in her voice. As with the start of the evening, there had been trial and error, and there was room for improvement, but all Powers, learning was fun.
As usual, Suicide's awakening was accompanied by pain. He vaguely registered the shrilling of an alarm, but that took a distant second to the litany of other standard complaints--mainly joints that... more
Mmmmm. The aches were still there, but with Jenni's soft curves molded against him, they were hardly worth dwelling on. She'd pinioned his left arm quite neatly, especially since the feeling of her... more
At the hiss she paused her wandering and propped herself up on her right elbow to scope out what she'd touched. She hadn't been thinking about wounds and charts, but when she saw the extensive scar... more