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[doubleoohbaby]

[And with that, he's out like a light, falling into a deep sleep that lasts far longer than normal. He's got a couple of weeks worth to catch up on, after all. At least he should be fairly refreshed by the next day.]

[hexappeal]

[She's not awake before him for once. Because of relief, maybe. Or maybe it's something deeper, something she still has a hard time dealing with and admitting to, despite the things she has said to him.

He makes her feel safe.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[When he does wake, it's fairly early, and yet he feels refreshed and awake enough not to consider rolling over and sleeping longer.

He lays there for a while on his back, satisfied and pleased to be back, Zee close by and his apartment still in tact. Things really aren't too bad.

Zee probably won't be woken by breakfast in bed, but instead an affectionate James rolling over and nuzzling and smooching against her neck and ear like an annoying little puppy that licks people awake. Basically he's just after attention.]

[hexappeal]

[It's for the better. If he made breakfast, she'd feel as if she had to eat all of it, no matter how awful it (probably) would have been.

She doesn't have the same fight or flight instincts as James. They exist, but even in a deep sleep her body recognizes and reaches for warmth and affection. Letting out a groggy huff and a groan, her eyes flutter open. It takes a second to register what is going on and she ducks her head down, pressing her chin against her chest while laughing.

Moments like this remind her that it isn't convenience. It isn't just comfort or reliability or an understanding. That easy confession they had wasn't hollow.

Tilting her head back toward the pillow, she arches her back and playfully pushes him away. Her voice is rasp, but as sweet as ever.] Good morning to you, too.

[doubleoohbaby]

[James isn't exactly a bad cook, in fact he's rather good considering how often he lives alone, he just pretends he sucks so he never has to do it.

When she stirs, he chuckles, rolling onto his back as he receives the playful shove, and tucking an arm under his head.]

Sorry, did I wake you? [So innocent.]

[hexappeal]

[She always knew he was as smart as he was handsome. She just declines to say this out loud.

She props herself up on a pillow, but quickly decides she doesn't like that sits up, bending until she feels the muscles in her back have been sufficiently stretched.]

No, no. I was already up. [Liar.] You seem in good spirits this morning.

[doubleoohbaby]

Mm, funny what a good nights sleep can do.

[Twisting on his side, propping himself up on a bent elbow and hand on his cheek and staring like a creeper, unblinkingly.] Sleep well?

[hexappeal]

I'm glad you slept well. You seemed like you could use it.

[She shuffles back toward the headboard and folds an arm over her lap, the other comfortably resting on her own shoulder.] I did. I have an easier time sleeping beside someone else than alone.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Leaning in for snuggles. Oh so many snuggles.]

Mm, can't say I disagree with that.

[hexappeal]

[She presses against him, craning her neck to expose more skin and nuzzle her cheek against the top of his head.]

Any plans for today?

[doubleoohbaby]

I should be getting back to work. [He grumbles, lips against her neck, pausing for lazy consideration.]

But actually, I might take the day off.

[hexappeal]

[A throaty sigh. Almost a groan.]

You just spent two weeks in Korea. Take a day off.

[doubleoohbaby]

I've just had two weeks off.

[hexappeal]

There are two responses to this. One, you were either on vacation over the past two weeks or two, shut up and relax.

If the first one is true, I'm going to punch you. Harder than the last time.

[doubleoohbaby]

No further comment. [A lazy smile as he goes back to nuzzling. Which actually just involves him burying his face in the crook of her neck and laying there. Ugh what is effort. So romantic.]

[hexappeal]

See? I win. [She appears pleased with this outcome, wriggling in her spot, quietly humming.] I love you.

[doubleoohbaby]

[He might already be asleep again. Except not, he's just ignoring her success, but he does reply to the other part, thankfully.] Mmm, love you too. Where's my breakfast?

[hexappeal]

Not here. At least not until you ask nicely. [She replies in a sing-song voice while smiling to herself. She could really get used to this arrangement.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[A sigh, because this is probably the part where they should attempt to get up but part of him just wants to stay in bed most the day. Maybe go out for a run or something just to not feel totally guilty, but yeah bed.] Pretty please?

[hexappeal]

[He doesn't really have hair to smooth over, but she still, slides her hand from his temple to the top of his head and presses her lips to his forehead. She lingers with her mouth still against his skin while she speaks.] Since you're asking so nicely, of course.

[Then she ruffles his hair like a jerk while pulling away, shifting so she's on her knees then to her feet. She'd slept in her clothing last night and she looks a touch uncomfortable, the fabric rumpled. Her hair's messy, but she smooths it out and slides a hair tie (from wherever, probably magic!!), over it.] Pancakes? Or, we could go out?

[doubleoohbaby]

[The petting is enough to get him smiling lazily as he hums out his appreciation with a soft exhale. Even the hair ruffle is met with amusement, while he watches her, willing himself to move as well but not succeeding all that well.]

Let's go out. I'd rather you have a day off from it all to. [He doesn't expect to have things done for him, after all.]

[hexappeal]

[He's cute. Unfortunately, she doesn't really have the ability to say such a thing without it coming off as sarcastic and condescending.]

I only suggested it because I've the feeling you don't have much available to cook with. [Which she could solve, but that really wasn't her style. Plus, you never know when you'll need that extra burst of magic that you spent on making something completely unnecessary appear out of thin air.] Buuuuuuut, if you insist. [She reaches down to slip her hand against his and give him a halfhearted tug toward her side of the bed.] Come on.

[doubleoohbaby]

Hnn, coming. [Except not very enthusiastically. Mostly just letting himself get dragged across the bed and still laying there for a few lengthy seconds. With a groan of effort he moves, rolling off the edge and on his feet with more energy than he lets on and just... standing there naked, trying to think what to wear. For the first time in two weeks, he actually has a choice!]

[hexappeal]

[There is a brief moment where she assumes he is intentionally being a tease, but then she realizes that he's paying her no attention. By this time, she's let go of him and has walked around to his side.] Just throw on a t-shirt and a pair of pants. Come on.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Ugh, fine. He supposes he can throw his meterosexuality out the window and put minimal effort into getting dressed just this once. It's with a sort of reluctance that he drags himself to his wardrobe and drawers and digs out old jeans and a pale blue t-shirt that fits well enough to suggest it probably costs more than most people's whole outfit.] Going out is starting to sound like far too much work.