Morning After

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OOC: Takes place after this.

Empathy and telepathy can be a very useful combination when neither of you has a good idea of what you're doing. Things were figured out eventually, and last night was good, very good.

At the moment, Annabelle is lying next to Connor, sleepy, sated, and faintly smug.

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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle leans into the kiss. His mute question is answered with an enthusiastic yes.

At this rate, they're both going to be very, very tired tomorrow.

[leadinghome]

Sleep late, curled close.

Preferably not getting headlocks?

The sun will be very high in the sky when they stir, but the room is a pleasant dark still.

Connor gives Annabelle's neck a small kiss, breathing in the scent of her skin, pondering the benefits of breakfast or staying close longer.

Staying close wins out. "Hmm..."

[aeons_crackshot]

No headlocks tonight. Possibly, her usual paranoia is quieting down a bit.

The small kiss causes Annabelle to stir a bit and open her eyes. The smile when she sees his face could light up the room. "I could get used to this."

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"That makes two." He kisses her forehead. "I suppose we could get up, shower and go have breakfast. Or we could stay right here until we get cramps from laying down too long..."

Now, would Annabelle also shower with him? Relaxed enough to be that casual intimate? "I will need to bring a toothbrush over. If we are going to do this often."

Some clothes too...

[aeons_crackshot]

"We'd probably better get up then," she says with a grin. "We may have to take turns with the shower, or someone might get an elbow in the eye." Annabelle has never needed a shower that was exactly spacious, you see.

[leadinghome]

"It sounds like a challenge to me..." He grins.

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Annabelle chuckles and stretches, "Don't say that I didn't warn you."

There will be a shower and breakfast in their future, eventually. This is the beginning of something wonderful, for both of them.