They're... sleeping together.
No, no- Not sex wise but just.. just fucking laying there, sleeping, cuddling, however the hell this worked. There wasn't even sex before hand just a shitty argument and the next thing she knows arms and legs are intertwined and shes practically got this guys hair up her nose, he's so close she can feel breath on her neck and the smallest shifts when a dream gets too fucked up- it's all him, every movement, and nothing is bad about it but everything is just.. weird!
Out of everything that could be done right now she's cuddling, the leader of the fucking Saints is in bed not doing anything eventful, not drunk or high out of her mind, not even a splash of blood hitting freckled skin, literally nothing exciting what so ever..
Just laying there with this guy, who didn't even get to fix his damn makeup before they headed anywhere, eyeliner faded and lips actually starting to turn their original color- Hell, his hair was even tossed around, made him look like an actual normal guy laying in bed, it was fucking strange.. and there she was a severe lack of makeup, septum ring actually turned to the side which was annoying yet there was no way in hell she was going to move and fuck this up, short hair stabbing her in the eye if she blinked the wrong way- was this what it was like for normal couples?
Fuck- Couples was a weird word for this, fuck buddies didn't even match whatever this was, it was just.. was it a couple scenario? Was the President of America dating fucking Matt Miller? No now this just got more weird, any level of weirdness that could've been added to this scenario just dumped itself at her feet leaving her with furrowed brows and a confused face, arms hovering over the others hair, her leg was starting to go numb from how he was laying- this was just really, fucking, weird.
Now he's moving, it shouldn't have made her panic but it still got a small fucking jump from her, eyes shooting down to the male with his head moving from her chest right into the crook of her neck, his breath was god damn ticklish if anything but now he's shifted enough that her legs can escape and its a damn miracle, the pins and needles feeling was starting to kick in like a bitch however making her regret the decision to let him sleep- Wait.. was he asleep?
With the thought of it actually coming to mind she never actually saw Matt fall asleep, shit she didn't even remember if her own eyes had closed at some point. This night or day.. this point in time was just blending into a mess, stress from a long day finally kicking in- sure she remembers yelling at Miller, something about him being a prissy twat, then finally him throwing in a few punches of sociopath bitch, soon as he got bitch out however his confidence shrunk really damn quick, next thing she knows both hands are on his shoulders and shoving him to the bed- Now sure, okay, that looked like it was gonna lead somewhere else but it didn't, the most clothing removal was the jumpsuit from her own damn body and somewhere along the line Matt got his down to just about his hips, tie gone and everything- but they ended up getting stuck in some weird mix of limbs, hugging or cuddling whatever the fuck this was, she was positive it had been over a few hours but in the mix of all that time nothing actually changed, everything in the room stayed the same, the stupid low hum of the ship was still vibrating in her ears and the odd sound of Miller letting out a groan or a heavy breath distracted her from staring at the ceiling for a few moments.
His eyes were closed but that was obvious, could probably mean he's either pretending and being a idiot or the little shit is actually asleep- and now she's staring at his face, just to add to the weirdness that was already seeping out of this bed. Usually he's already got his makeup all done up, but the makeup was rubbing off already, a long day leaving semi-remains of the same eyeliner and blue lips.. it was annoying not to see it finished or completely done up, so she decides to indulge herself, her own hand touching the nerds lips just to rub off whatever remained of the lipstick that gave up at some point, blue tinted her finger tips and the back of her hand, still was unsure if she even liked the color blue.
There's that human poking through this hackers facade of cybergod, the face of a kid who literally woke up in the morning with some of the worse bedhead the Boss has ever seen, to the point where there has been multiple scenarios of him staying in the bedroom, computer and all, hair pulled back and tied up by the Boss- he wouldn't leave the room like that, not wanting to deal with whatever jokes would get thrown at him by the crew, spent a few days like that in her room actually- might as well be his room at this point. But she sure as shit won't let him know that.
She was thinking too hard, or just enough that when the blue eyes opened up from the spot in her neck he'd be laying she actually fucking jumped again, Miller was awake now, eyes peering at her face before he rubbed them, taking a second to adjust to the room, the fucker had been asleep which was both a relief and a little concerning- how long had they been in bed? -his eyes stop roaming once they hit the blue smear on her hand, his own hand touching his lips to realize nothing came off, and now the Boss is panicking again, there was no way to look at this and not think; 'What the hell were you doing when I was sleeping?'