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*The room is dark when she quietly slips inside. She bites her lip, disappointed at having missed him before he went to sleep, and also feeling slightly guilty for having worked so late.

Carefully, she sets down her bag on the armchair and starts unlacing her boots, trying not to make any noise.*

Date: 2005-03-15 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Bernard doesn't stir except to bury his face even further into the pillow.*

Date: 2005-03-15 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*There's a groan from the general direction of the bed.*

N'dora?

Date: 2005-03-15 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*A quiet rustling as if he's turning over.*

S'ok, baby.

Date: 2005-03-15 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He half-hangs over the edge of the bed, smiling into the dark.*

Better, now that you're home.

Date: 2005-03-15 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Bernard stretches sleepily*

I missed you.

Date: 2005-03-15 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He's instantly wrapped around her, kissing her neck, his body warm from sleep.*

Date: 2005-03-15 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
All right at first. Got a lot done on the house.

*He sleepily kisses across her collarbone.*

Fucking Bar is refusing to give me any more cigarettes.

Date: 2005-03-15 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Didn't say you did.

*His fingers creep up her ribcage, not tickling yet.*

Guilty conscience?

Date: 2005-03-15 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He grins despite himself and kisses her back.

Then he starts tickling.*

Date: 2005-03-15 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He pins her neatly and kisses her, still laughing.*

Date: 2005-03-15 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
You already do so, daily.

Date: 2005-03-15 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Good God, I love you.

*With a groan, he leans up and kisses her again.*

Date: 2005-03-15 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Uh-huh.

*His fingertips glide over her back lightly, coming the rest and circling at the small. He grins again.*

Date: 2005-03-15 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*One hand slides up to the back of her neck and pulls her down to his mouth, his lips tickling the column of her throat.*

Like what?

Date: 2005-03-15 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
I do.

*Her hair brushes his cheek, and he tucks it behind her ear.*

And I love you even more.

Date: 2005-03-15 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He laughs low in his throat.*

Well, at least we're pathetic together.

Date: 2005-03-15 07:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*He laughs into the dark and kisses her forehead and then her lips.*

Me too.

*He grazes his thumb over her forearm and rests his hand on hers where it lies on his shoulder, his other arm around her shoulders, hand tangling in her hair.

Long after she drifts off, he lies there, smiling into the dark.*

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