He supposed any attempts to manipulate February Lynch would fall flat, especially since she was half-asleep and already wanted to stay. Except...she was going to stay, he realized with a subtle upturn of his lips, so he must have convinced her somehow. A gentle chuckle left his lips and he leaned down to kiss her gently.
"I have a month's worth of sleep to catch up on one of these days," he admitted, balancing on his elbows so he could stroke a finger down her cheek. "None will be as good as tonight, though." Even with dark bags under her eyes and her unnaturally pale complexion, it was difficult to deny that his woman was strikingly beautiful. He wasn't sure what was more of a miracle: that she'd fallen for him despite their rocky start or that another, potentially more wealthy and successful gentleman hadn't claimed her already.
He muffled a laugh against her lips as she complained about his snoring before he'd even had a chance to annoy her with it—not that he was even sure if he snored at all. It wasn't as if one noticed those sort of things while they slept.
"I make no promises, lover," he teased, resuming his original position beside her. "Except to wake you up, of course," he breathed, managing to find the blanket on the other side of him, pull it over their bodies, and then work his arm underneath her head so he could sleep more comfortably (until, of course, he got a cramp—but he'd worry about that later).
"Love you, Febs. Good night."
"I have a month's worth of sleep to catch up on one of these days," he admitted, balancing on his elbows so he could stroke a finger down her cheek. "None will be as good as tonight, though." Even with dark bags under her eyes and her unnaturally pale complexion, it was difficult to deny that his woman was strikingly beautiful. He wasn't sure what was more of a miracle: that she'd fallen for him despite their rocky start or that another, potentially more wealthy and successful gentleman hadn't claimed her already.
He muffled a laugh against her lips as she complained about his snoring before he'd even had a chance to annoy her with it—not that he was even sure if he snored at all. It wasn't as if one noticed those sort of things while they slept.
"I make no promises, lover," he teased, resuming his original position beside her. "Except to wake you up, of course," he breathed, managing to find the blanket on the other side of him, pull it over their bodies, and then work his arm underneath her head so he could sleep more comfortably (until, of course, he got a cramp—but he'd worry about that later).
"Love you, Febs. Good night."
— set by MJ! —