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"Mmm. Good." He pushes a leg back to tangle in hers. "Gotta admit, this is pretty nice."

That's kind of nice to hear. Better than his abrupt exit from bed last time, that's sure. She rubs her foot lightly against his leg. "Glad to hear it," she murmurs. "You're nice and warm."

"You're soft and fuzzy." Seriously, Wrath; best He lets go of her hand so he can reach back and tug at her shirt.

She laughs. Okay, the shirt tugging surprises her, but it's a very nice shirt. Flannel. It's very soft and fuzzy. "You gonna steal my shirt now, jerk?" she teases. But she also wiggles enough to let him pull it up as much as he wants. "Don't think it'll fit you."

"You telling me I need to lose weight?" He disentangles long enough to roll over. and presses a finger against her nose. "Pink isn't my color, anyway. Needs more purple."

"More like you need to lose height," she says, laughing. "We could dye your hair purple."

"Lose height? I'm trying to gain it; gotta get as tall as Maine if I expect him to take me seriously."

But then he's wagging his finger in her face as a warning. "-- and no one is touching my hair." As much as he likes the color purple, his hair is a sacred thing that should not be trifled with.

All in all, he's enjoying this ... whatever it is, it's fun, and it makes him feel warm and light.

"Height has nothing to do with it," she says. "Maine takes me plenty seriously and he's like seven feet taller than me and could pick me up one-handed."

She smirks at him. "You going to make it into a challenge now?"

"Tell me your secrets then, Oh Tiny One." He rests his hand on her hip, tentatively, just a very light brushing of his fingers. God, she's gorgeous in the morning.

"The hair is strictly off limits. Whatever you do to mine, I'll do to yours." No way this plan could backfire. Also, gradually being hit with an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Nope. Not going to pay attention to that. Yet.

"I just don't take any crap off him," she says, shrugging. "Or maybe it's cause I've got a pretty smile." She slides her hand over his, just as light, an acknowledgment and a bit of encouragement. She doesn't mind at all.

"Oh, is that so. I always wanted a mohawk, you know..."

"So next time I have a problem with him I should just smile?" It does encourage him; he lets his palm press flat against her shirt. Why is he still talking about Maine Maine isn't here.

"No, no you don't want a mohawk. You want to leave your hair exactly as it is. No changes."

She does have a pretty smile, though. She's so close, and she's so warm, and she's so happy. He hangs on the edge of indecision.

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"Well, you've got a cute smile," she offers. "You just have to mean it. And then his heart will know fear." Grin.

"Oh, is that so?" Her turn to poke him lightly on the nose. "You don't know how many weird colors my hair's been." Technically, she doesn't either.

Maybe she can feel that, him about to tip one way or another. But she's not going to do anything to push him either way. This is good, and warm, and fun, and so much better than the last couple days. She doesn't want to go back to that awkward mess.

"It is so." And Maine's forgotten for the moment.

Orion doesn't want to go back to that awkward mess either, but the fight with Wrath had clued him in on the fact that he was the awkward mess. But maybe this was what he needed, this patient coaxing. He wasn't like her, he didn't feel the need to sleep with just anyone, but here, right now in this moment, he wanted her. He's not sure where they stand on it, though, was the offer still open, or did he miss that window? When he does finally decide to act, it's slow and careful; ready to pull back, expecting rejection at any moment.

Well, that's unexpected, and nice. And he's certainly not going to get rejected. Yeah, things were weird, but that doesn't mean she likes him any less. Especially since things are no longer weird at all. She waits for him to get most of the way to her before meeting his lips for a soft little kiss. He can have all the chances he wants to change his mind.

He almost does. He keeps finding reasons to ignore that inner voice, though. Reasons like he mattered, and Wrath mattered, and this moment mattered.

He's also hit with a sense of familiarity. Like he'd remembered the little things, tying his shoes, brushing his teeth, he remembered this, too. So, he could say for certainty he wasn't a monk previously.

Ultimately, he pushes the little voice down and focuses on deepening the kiss. He's not thinking about where things might go next, just trying to keep in the moment.

Edited 2015-03-07 05:52 (UTC)

Slowly, like she's afraid he's going to shy away, she brings up a hand to comb through his hair, anchor him a little bit more firmly here. Kissing is nice, and she does her best to just match him, invite him, not push. She rubs her toes idly against his leg again.

All the sensations keep coming in - her hand in his hair and her foot against his leg and her lips, oh her lips - and for a moment it's almost too much too fast.

He's trying not to think, he doesn't want to think, but he takes a moment to pull back slightly. Not entirely, a brief allowance to check in with himself, then he's entangling his leg with hers and running his had up her side and kissing her back with intent

She doesn't quite freeze, when he pulls back, but she does pause, wait. Drives her a little nuts to feel this passive, but he hasn't said what he wants and she's kind of afraid to ask. She just doesn't want to start the morning off with shit being all weird, this is so much better.

Apparently he just needed a breather, and a short one. Good, fine, she can deal with that. She stretches a little against his hand, just enough to be appreciative because she can't really move any more than that. But at least she can kiss him, and if he's coming on stronger she'll be a little more herself about it, a little more bold as her hand drifts from his hair to resting against his neck.

He's not sure what he wants. Right now he's just going with the feelings in the moment, with some unconscious goal to make her happy, keep her smiling. He doesn't quite get deeper than that, though. While the body is willing, the mind still hesitates. He doesn't shy from anything she's doing, but he finds himself unable to fully engage.

Still, he's tried to give her as much as himself as he can. However small amount it is, it's a freely given and sincere action. Slowly, gently, he breaks away and rests his forehead on hers. He's trying not to be weird. He's trying.

It's nice. She's not going to push him for more; why would she? Orion's her friend, she cares about him so much, she doesn't want him to feel bad. When he pulls back, she goes back to combing her fingers through his hair, because that's nice too. Comfortable.

It's always been an if you want to, we can thing. If. Not an I want this and will be mad if I don't get it. She can be pretty self-centered about getting laid, but that's with people she doesn't really care about. She's also not expecting Orion to go from zero to fucking in a single morning. After all he's said, he really doesn't seem like that kind of guy.

"Good morning," she says.

It's immeasurable how much he appreciates that she doesn't press. He's misread her and the situation and if this is fine? He can handle this. He winds both arms around her and pulls her in for a ginger hug, one hand supporting her shoulders and the other at the back of her head, lightly stroking fingers through her hair.

"Good morning to you too."

Wrath wraps her arms around him for a return hug. She kind of hates it when people handle her like she'll break, but if she's being honest with herself, she kind of might, right now. It's a nice hug, though, a warm one, and it feels like stuff is finally back to their kind of normal. "Feeling better?"

He holds on for a moment, because it is nice. It's very nice, and then pulls in a breath and lets it out in a contented sigh. He shifts back so he an look at her properly.

"Yeah ... much better."

"Good." She moves her hand to cup his cheek. "You're important to me, Orion. And the most important thing is that we're okay. Don't think I expect anything else out of you, all right?"

It's comforting, to hear, and he nods. He's not going to pretend it means anything less.

"Thank you, Wrath. You're important to me, too. I prefer to be Okay with you."

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