[ It would send her to sleep if she didn’t want so much to stay awake with him, the weight of his hand against her skin. The simplicity of the touch.
She wants to do this too; to bring him the same kind of peace with her shifting, her curling into him again, her hand coming to settle high on his chest with its fingers relaxed and curving. ]
I am made more glad to be awake with you than I am to think of sleeping.
[ A murmur as her hand raises to lay featherlight fingertips on his cheek before returning to its place at his chest. Another soft press of her lips, the bend of her head to tuck beneath his chin. ]
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She wants to do this too; to bring him the same kind of peace with her shifting, her curling into him again, her hand coming to settle high on his chest with its fingers relaxed and curving. ]
I am made more glad to be awake with you than I am to think of sleeping.
[ A murmur as her hand raises to lay featherlight fingertips on his cheek before returning to its place at his chest. Another soft press of her lips, the bend of her head to tuck beneath his chin. ]
What keeps you waking?