BEEP BEEP BEEP
"God dammit." He doesn't open his eyes, but slams a well-practiced, perfectly placed palm upon the snooze button, effectively turning off the alarm. He sighs, returning to a more relaxed position.
An arm that is not his own snakes up to rest across his chest, its ajoining hand limp against his shoulder. "Mmm. Morning, Coolkid."
"Sorry for wakin' ya, TZ." His drawl is much more pronounced this morning, his voice thick with sleep.
"S'fine." She snuggles closer, tucking her head against his side, moving one leg so that theirs are intertwined. "I was awake, anyway."
"This early?"
"Dave, it's almost noon."
"Like I said. Early."
She laughs, moving away to prop herself up on an elbow. "Coolkid, your sleep pattern is whack." Pause. "That's how you say it, right? 'Whack'?"
It's his turn to laugh. "Yeah, TZ, if you're dead set on usin' that word." She had discovered it in one of his older raps that he had written down at some point.
"Yes. Whack. Whack, whack, whack. Like hitting you with my cane, but instead, it's you being weird."
"I'm so glad you grasp the concept that is 'whack'."
She slaps his arm.
"So... Coolkid, ready to get up?"
"Mmph. No. Sleep more. Sleep is fucking great."
"But if we get up, we can eat. Food is also fucking great." She laughes at her own joke. He chuckles, too, even if it isn't that funny. He chuckles because she is great. There is so much to her, so many facets. His favorite might be her laughter. Or her smiles. She has an enormous range of both, detailed in her mirth. Giggles to chuckles to cackles, smirks to secret, soft smiles to her best shit-eating grins.
"Sure, but staying here requires less effort."
She pouts a minute, but soon develops a wicked smile that he catches out of the corner of his half-lidded eyes. "Dave... I'm fine with staying right here."
"Oh?"
"Because," she pushes herself up, moving so that she can lay on his chest, his face inches from hers, "Staying here means all sorts of fun things." She lowers her lashes, giving his cheek a small, sultry lick. The teal organ slips back into her mouth, and she sighs in happiness. "Have I ever told you how good you taste?"
"Only everytime you adhere to the disturbing habit of licking me, babe."
This time she cackles, throwing back her head with a grin. "Oh, yes, but there's nothing you can do to stop it."
"I know."
She quiets, settling her head on her folded arms, nose to his chin. "You're alright, you know that, Coolkid?"
"Only if you say so." Really, he treasures times like these, when she can let down her walls to reveal the real her, even if it is only for seconds at a time. He supposes that these are times when he stands naked, too. Emotions laid bare. He wonders if these times have anything to do with glasses, or lack thereof. She is the only one to see (smell?) him without them nowadays, mostly because of sharing a bed. Of course, this gives him the opportunity to see her without the protective shields of red. There is something very intimate about eyes, he decides. Something that he nor she feel they can trust anyone with, yet they find solace in that nakedness with each other.
She closes her monochromatic eyes, tilting her head against his, ash against alabaster. "I love you, Dave."
"I love you, too."
Author's Note:
Wooooow. That was nothing but fluff. What the hell just happened? I think I might have had a point when I began writing this... but I think it was just kicked in the balls by said fluff that managed to overwhelm this fic. Oh, well. Nothing to do about fluff. It can be quite an ass.
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