[Days off together aren't incredibly common for them--between
Beverly's medical career and her own in communications, working closely
with the diplomacy corps, their time is often in high demand. But she's
trying something new, making arrangements to allow for this at least once a
month: at least one Saturday where they get to sleep in, as much as either
of them ever do, where they get to have these little moments before Wesley
wakes up and before the day begins. So far, she thinks, it's worth
it.
Beverly doesn't wake, exactly, but she does murmur something and
roll closer, eliciting a smile from Natasha--a small, private thing, even
now, in bed. Shifting carefully to fit their bodies together, she wraps an
arm around her partner's waist, brushing a soft kiss over the top of her
head. She doesn't say good morning, not just yet. Now isn't for talking,
now is for running her fingers over the lines of Beverly's spine, fitting a
hand to the small of her back, breathing in the scent of her and memorizing
the feeling of contentment it all brings.]
[Perfect, just perfect. A little sigh of satisfaction escapes Beverly's lips, her skin tingling pleasantly under Natasha's caresses. She leaves a trail of gentle, sleepy kisses from Natasha's collarbone to her jawline before nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
Stubbornly, her eyes stay closed, but this time, her words are clear:]
[Natasha is more than happy to tilt her head just slightly to the
side, both allowing and enjoying the feeling of lips pressed against her
skin. Her arm urges Bev just that little bit closer, and when she laughs
it's not a sound so much as it is a sensation, a slight buzz in her chest
that's felt more than heard.]
I think Wes might have something to say about that. I'm surprised he's not
up already.
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[Days off together aren't incredibly common for them--between Beverly's medical career and her own in communications, working closely with the diplomacy corps, their time is often in high demand. But she's trying something new, making arrangements to allow for this at least once a month: at least one Saturday where they get to sleep in, as much as either of them ever do, where they get to have these little moments before Wesley wakes up and before the day begins. So far, she thinks, it's worth it.
Beverly doesn't wake, exactly, but she does murmur something and roll closer, eliciting a smile from Natasha--a small, private thing, even now, in bed. Shifting carefully to fit their bodies together, she wraps an arm around her partner's waist, brushing a soft kiss over the top of her head. She doesn't say good morning, not just yet. Now isn't for talking, now is for running her fingers over the lines of Beverly's spine, fitting a hand to the small of her back, breathing in the scent of her and memorizing the feeling of contentment it all brings.]
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Stubbornly, her eyes stay closed, but this time, her words are clear:]
Mmm. Let's stay in bed forever.
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[Natasha is more than happy to tilt her head just slightly to the side, both allowing and enjoying the feeling of lips pressed against her skin. Her arm urges Bev just that little bit closer, and when she laughs it's not a sound so much as it is a sensation, a slight buzz in her chest that's felt more than heard.]
I think Wes might have something to say about that. I'm surprised he's not up already.
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[Her lips find their way to Natasha's ear as she presses herself against her.]
You'll jinx us.