There is little that is more comforting to Lydia than waking up with her back to Gale's chest, his arm curved around her body. She can sense the measured cadence of his breathing, smiling a little in her certainty that he's asleep enough for her to succumb to her urge to shift in their shared bed and turn around so she's facing him.
And his face is certainly one to study. For a few moments all she can do is look at him, but it isn't too long before she wants to do more. And fortunately for her, she has occasion and the means.
Her fingers run delicately against his bicep, sliding up along the curve of his shoulder as her thumb brushes against his clavicle.
Over the years, Gale has become a relatively light sleeper. He couldn't begin to count the number of times he'd woken up to Posy tugging on his blankets and sniffling about a nightmare she'd had, asking if he would keep her safe for the night. Not once had he ever refused.
Posy is old enough now to handle her own nightmares most nights, but the habit remains. The light touch on his skin is like a gentle morning light, slowly pulling him from the darkness of sleep. He takes a moment to breathe in slowly, in no rush to awaken and face the day, and sleepily cracks open his eyes to look at her.
"Morning," he murmurs, voice coarse from the night. A fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips, always pleased to have her beside him.
"Oh," she murmurs in a throaty whisper. She keeps her hand running along his body slowly as she grants him a sleepy smile. "I was hoping you'd still be asleep. I wanted to wake you up."
She stretches a little. "Close your eyes," she whispers, her tone playful. "Pretend you're asleep for me. Until you can't resist the urge to open your eyes."
But he's still sleepy, so if she wants him to close his eyes again, he will. It isn't hard to pretend when he's only half-awake, anyway, so with a deep breath, he settles back into his pillow, paying vague attention to her touch.
Her fingers trail along his body, delicately reverent of every contour. Her lips follow where her fingers have first traveled, sliding across his skin and peppering it with kisses.
"Don't wake up." she whispers again, and her mouth curves in a smile against his flesh.
The response she gets is sleepy at best, more of an unintelligible groan than anything. Words were there, but they don’t make it past his mouth as he sinks somewhere halfway between waking and sleep. Her touch is pleasure, gently willing him to relax with everything she does, her lips sending a gentle shiver down his spine.
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Surprise prompt is surprising: Gale.
There is little that is more comforting to Lydia than waking up with her back to Gale's chest, his arm curved around her body. She can sense the measured cadence of his breathing, smiling a little in her certainty that he's asleep enough for her to succumb to her urge to shift in their shared bed and turn around so she's facing him.
And his face is certainly one to study. For a few moments all she can do is look at him, but it isn't too long before she wants to do more. And fortunately for her, she has occasion and the means.
Her fingers run delicately against his bicep, sliding up along the curve of his shoulder as her thumb brushes against his clavicle.
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Posy is old enough now to handle her own nightmares most nights, but the habit remains. The light touch on his skin is like a gentle morning light, slowly pulling him from the darkness of sleep. He takes a moment to breathe in slowly, in no rush to awaken and face the day, and sleepily cracks open his eyes to look at her.
"Morning," he murmurs, voice coarse from the night. A fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips, always pleased to have her beside him.
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She stretches a little. "Close your eyes," she whispers, her tone playful. "Pretend you're asleep for me. Until you can't resist the urge to open your eyes."
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But he's still sleepy, so if she wants him to close his eyes again, he will. It isn't hard to pretend when he's only half-awake, anyway, so with a deep breath, he settles back into his pillow, paying vague attention to her touch.
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"Don't wake up." she whispers again, and her mouth curves in a smile against his flesh.
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