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[velluminous]

[ wouldn't it be nice to be naked and touched by those long fingers curled up in her hair? wouldn't it be nice to feel even more bare skin on skin? that would be so good, if she could just...

keep her eyes open...

makes a small, vexed sound, turning her cheek into the pillow. ]

Mmn... just... [ so fucking tired ] 'm... kiss me again...

[vecna]

[It would be very nice. She’d change his brain chemistry even more than she has already.

But Henry hasn’t been kissing and touching her with the expectation it turns into anything more heated than that. Yes, there’s a tent in his pajama pants, but she’s so, so tired. She’s barely keeping awake. More importantly, what they’ve already done is enough to keep him happy for the rest of the night.]

Sleep, Sprezzatura.

[He says softly, leaning in to give her another long, plush kiss. Gentler than the rest. And then one more. ]

We can always do this again.

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[ but we won't, she thinks. this was the moment.

and she's too worn down to hang on. he kisses her once, twice more, and Sprezzatura slides her top leg higher up his thigh, a slight nudge that has her realizing the state of him between his legs. she wants to want to do something about it...

and yet. she's too worn down. lips stay parted as the kiss breaks. eyes stay closed. ]

Not...

[ but that's all she can manage; everything hazes, and fitful sleep creeps in. ]

[vecna]

[And there she goes. "Not" what? He supposes he'll never know.

Never mind the way his heart still beats hard in his chest, his skin still flushed. Never mind how her leg just nudges against that sensitive spot between his legs. He's glad she can sleep, if even for a few hours.

He's just... glad.

Henry lies there with her, tucked close, for a long as she decides to remain. At some point, through some manner of divine miracle that allows his body to wind down again, he'll drift off with her.]