Clothing was optional in private, which Calypso enjoyed. It didn't always have to accompany anything sexual, though she obviously enjoyed that sort of contact as well. The feel of skin on skin was a comfort to her and all he ever had to do was pull her close and keep her there, as a reminder that he never has to leave and she will never have to be alone.
She slept soundly in his shirt, only one leg covered by the sheet. Her hair was only momentarily messy before falling just so around her shoulder, fanning out along the pillow. That all just comes with being who she is - but the motion itself did disturb her. Calypso wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulder, curling in closer to him.
He should have known, Henry thought, chest rumbling with a low, sleepy chuckle. She is a goddess, after all; they all had a sort of unnatural beauty about them, he’d noticed, even the guys. Calypso could be gorgeous even with mud all over her face.
Henry shifts, the movement slight, but enough to make him completely comfortable with her where she is. She’s cute - a thought he never expected to have about a goddess, they’re usually doing the too-pretty-for-you thing to be considered anything like cute - but seeing her in his clothes, comfortably sprawled over him… It’s cute, and there’s not really a better word for it. It’s the kind of thing some guys dream about when they have a girlfriend, only most guys aren’t quite as lucky as Henry thinks he is right now. Once he’s settled, he sighs contentedly, hand still playing in her hair.
"Mm," she hums, a smile spreading over her lips as she slowly enters consciousness. The feeling of his hand in her hair brings a warm, pleasant feeling to her core and she curls closer to him.
"Morning," Calypso greets before burying her face in his chest. Most days she's pretty grounded for a goddess, with no domain to rule, few obligations, content to stay lazy with her boyfriend or urge him to things with her. Whatever strikes their fancy.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he replies, amused. It's not often that most people get to see a goddess in a moment of weakness, but Henry finds it endearing. It makes her more human, less terrifying and... well, divine, and out of reach. "Comfortable?"
"Always," she chuckles, wrapped around him like a climbing vine. "You're more comfortable than you look." Eventually, she does lift her head to scoot up to kiss the corner of his mouth and his chin lazily, continuing her morning greeting.
“Thanks.” An odd compliment, maybe, but that’s the sort of thing Henry lives for. Where’s the fun in being ‘normal’, anyway?
“As good as ever,” he tells her cheerfully, shifting to drop a kiss on her forehead. “And I know you did, too - snoring away, the picture of dignity. The other gods and goddesses would be jealous."
"I don't know about that," comes a laugh, her eyes still closed after the kiss he's planted on her forehead.
"I don't snore, do I? Surely you must've imagined that." Calypso rolls onto her stomach, scooting forward to kiss him properly, reaching to brush her fingers through his hair.
"You do! And sometimes you make this little whistling sound when you exhale," he insists, with nary a care at how obvious the teasing is. His arms slip around her comfortably as she kisses him, and he continues talking, voice muffled against her lips. "It’s totally adorable."
"You think my funny noises are cute?" Calypso asks suddenly, raising her eyebrows. She lightly touches her own nose thoughtfully, unaware of the whistling and unsure if she should feek embarrassed or not. No one ever pointed it out before, but Henry isn't just anyone.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Goddess or no, everything she does is in some way beautiful, or else ridiculously cute. Like, to the point of being totally unfair to him. Lowering his voice, he asks with a grin, "Are you embarrassed?"
"Not really," she replies honestly. "I like that you think I can be cute and funny and maybe a little odd."
Lazily, she sprawls over him, cinnamon colored hair in a slight mess until she runs her fingers through the thick locks, pushing it away from her face. "I think you're cute and funny and odd, too. Very much so."
"The best people are," Henry says affectionately, craning his neck to kiss her. Even as a mess, her hair looks perfect, as if she'd intentionally styled it that way. He knew plenty of girls who would kill to have that. "And I'm glad you agree."
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She slept soundly in his shirt, only one leg covered by the sheet. Her hair was only momentarily messy before falling just so around her shoulder, fanning out along the pillow. That all just comes with being who she is - but the motion itself did disturb her. Calypso wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulder, curling in closer to him.
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Henry shifts, the movement slight, but enough to make him completely comfortable with her where she is. She’s cute - a thought he never expected to have about a goddess, they’re usually doing the too-pretty-for-you thing to be considered anything like cute - but seeing her in his clothes, comfortably sprawled over him… It’s cute, and there’s not really a better word for it. It’s the kind of thing some guys dream about when they have a girlfriend, only most guys aren’t quite as lucky as Henry thinks he is right now. Once he’s settled, he sighs contentedly, hand still playing in her hair.
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"Morning," Calypso greets before burying her face in his chest. Most days she's pretty grounded for a goddess, with no domain to rule, few obligations, content to stay lazy with her boyfriend or urge him to things with her. Whatever strikes their fancy.
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"Did you sleep well?"
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“As good as ever,” he tells her cheerfully, shifting to drop a kiss on her forehead. “And I know you did, too - snoring away, the picture of dignity. The other gods and goddesses would be jealous."
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"I don't snore, do I? Surely you must've imagined that." Calypso rolls onto her stomach, scooting forward to kiss him properly, reaching to brush her fingers through his hair.
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Lazily, she sprawls over him, cinnamon colored hair in a slight mess until she runs her fingers through the thick locks, pushing it away from her face. "I think you're cute and funny and odd, too. Very much so."
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