day 10 - taking a nap

Mary couldn't be sure exactly when Seto had fallen asleep. She was curled on the couch in the crook of his arm, her head resting back against his shoulder as she flipped through her newest book. She reached a page that made her blush, and she pressed the volume to her chest, suddenly worried. He hadn't seen what was on it, had he? Trying to be subtle, she rolled her head back against his chest, trying to get a look at his facial expression out of the corner of her eye.

It's not like he had no idea what she was reading— he'd bought her most of her BL collection, after all. But she didn't think he quite knew how bold the content could get. She hoped not, at least.

His eyes seemed to be closed, and now that she thought about it, his breathing felt slow and deeper than usual. There was no doubt about it. Seto had fallen asleep while she was reading.

Relief coursed through her at the realization that her taste in literature was safe for the day, and she picked the book up to find out what happened next. But now that she knew he was sleeping, she couldn't stop noticing the slow rise and fall of his chest against her back. She found her own breathing matching his, somehow, and her eyes kept trying to flutter close against her will.

She huffed in irritation, but found her bookmark and slipped it between the pages. Then she craned her neck again to kiss his cheek, smiling at the peaceful look on his face. He had been exhausted when he'd come back from work, hadn't he?

She snuggled down against his shoulder and shut her eyes, letting his soft breathing lull her to sleep.