Mornings
Bleary-eyed and groggy the faint scent of clean linens catches Jesse in the early moments of his arousal from sleep. Still he could not see he realized, as the filtered streams of light ran through curtains that hid bulletproof material of the Watchpoint's windows he realized he wasn't exactly alone. Not by any means if the comfortable and all too familiar weight of his companion here meant anything. Still asleep he'd taken note of as the gentle and steady breathing on her part continued to resound almost inaudibly.
Angela had as it turned out taken his right side for herself. Greedy wasn't she? He couldn't help but look down at her with a bit of a wry grin as sheets slipped from the otherwise pale nature of her body. He'd need to move at some point, even if this wasn't at all an unfavorable position. Gently coaxing her out from slumber seemed as good as any a thing to do right now and so he brought up the palm of his prosthetic limb, gently letting it fall to rest along the slight curve of her cheek. His thumb tracing lines of fatigue beneath her eyes that she really should take care of. Looking at them all the more closely he contemplated pulling away to let her catch up on the rest she deserved.
Unfortunately it had been enough to draw out a subdued mumble on her part following another exhale. Brows knitting for a split second as he nose scrunched up. Stiffness from slumber being brushed off as plush lips did part to let loose a yawn, one he regarded as a symphony of sweetness he'd only wish he could prolong. His own lips pulled back into a broader grin as those blue doe-eyes of hers fluttered open, looking out at him from where she lay along over his arm and resting in against the crook of his neck.
"Well now, looks to me like sleepin' beauty over here's finally gotten up. Ain't even in need of her prince's kiss this time neither." She still seemed fixated on rubbing what remained of sleep from her eyes with one hand as he spoke.
"Very rude," she began, her hand finishing up clearing her eyes of sleep moves to rest across his broad chest. Pushing down against it as she tries to prop herself up a bit more. "To think I would have liked to be awoken as such too, I dare say the "prince" of mine is the one missing out if anything." While she tries to sound passive of it all the teasing little smile that plays on her lips says otherwise.
"Ohoh? Well that ain't sayin' it can't happen after all. Who's to say one isn't on its way to the beauty here after all that fussin'." He tries to join her in pushing himself up though winds up halted by the slight weight she applies to his front. She moves to straddle him in the same motion, he's ultimately fine with this development.
"Uh-uh. The dear prince has lost his chance, liebe." Settling down as she presses her body all the closer to his own her hands slide along his collar. Fingertips brushing over his throat to cradle his jaw against her palms within seconds. Smooth and precise digits running through the prickly scruff adorned over his face. "You really should shave soon, it's becoming rather unruly Jesse."
"Aww darlin', here I was thinkin' it made me look mighty distinguished." His eyes never leaving her throughout the transition she took in pressing close to himself he could not help the feeling of anticipation that claimed him as his heart hammered in his chest. Even after all these years she still had this effect on him.
"Be that as it may it certainly makes it more difficult to do this," she started speaking before leaning in to secure his lips with her own. It was chaster than usual though that didn't mean it was over immediately. Lasting just a few moments before she pulled back a half inch. "Without feeling it tickle ever so much. It makes it difficult to give what the "prince" of mine missed out on."
The analogy has certainly outlived its stay but he found it endearing the way she clung to it so he didn't press it to stop. "Well if the beauty here'd be so kind I can't imagine him complainin' for more y'know?"
She rolls her eyes for a moment before giving her head a slight shake. "You are incorrigibleā¦" Though that didn't mean she wouldn't follow through with his request to say the least.
