'M always a menace. [ She bares her teeth at him, but does obligingly shift her weight a little so he can retrieve his hand from where she had pinned it beneath her. For a brief moment, she lets herself watch as he flexes his fingers, feeling rather enamored with what he proved they could do last night, and then she deliberately closes her eyes as he wishes her a good morning.
She groans. ] God. Why the fuck're you awake. [ She knows why he's awake, the curtains are wide open and he said that he was a vet; she knows from living with Wayne that the Army drills shit into you and he's probably used to getting up at the ass-crack of dawn. That doesn't mean she won't complain about it.
Her grumbling complaints soften a little when she feels fingertips brush against her cheek, a smile curling her lips despite her determination to be uncooperative. ] Mm. I love cold burgers and fries. [ She does, actually. Eddie has no problems eating cold leftovers. Pizza is better cold, she'll die on that hill.
She twists a little again, squirming until she's curled on her side facing Tommy, and pulls some of her tangled hair away from her neck before reaching out and repeating his gesture to him instead, lifting a stray curl away from his face to smooth it back. His hair's a mess, dried all funny and frizzy, and she knows hers looks ten times worse. He has a crease on his cheek from the pillow. She thinks he's never looked better. ] Are you hungry?
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:12 pm (UTC)She groans. ] God. Why the fuck're you awake. [ She knows why he's awake, the curtains are wide open and he said that he was a vet; she knows from living with Wayne that the Army drills shit into you and he's probably used to getting up at the ass-crack of dawn. That doesn't mean she won't complain about it.
Her grumbling complaints soften a little when she feels fingertips brush against her cheek, a smile curling her lips despite her determination to be uncooperative. ] Mm. I love cold burgers and fries. [ She does, actually. Eddie has no problems eating cold leftovers. Pizza is better cold, she'll die on that hill.
She twists a little again, squirming until she's curled on her side facing Tommy, and pulls some of her tangled hair away from her neck before reaching out and repeating his gesture to him instead, lifting a stray curl away from his face to smooth it back. His hair's a mess, dried all funny and frizzy, and she knows hers looks ten times worse. He has a crease on his cheek from the pillow. She thinks he's never looked better. ] Are you hungry?