One hazel eye cracks open, and his bones stretch beneath his skin as the tiniest of yawns escapes. Bet you can. But she's really fucking sleepy, shivering against him even as she eases down to cuddle against his chest. One arm flings to the side, fumbling and knocking a few things off the beside table on his side [no, he can't see what fell] before he grasps his phone and draws his hand back to the bed. "Use mine, call in," he mutters. They're five breaths from just passing out here and sleeping until the Second Coming. [He'd say it was the First Coming, 'cause they're Jewtastic and all, but the First Coming was a few minutes ago... so, Second Coming is probably more accurate.]
"Seriously," he yawns again, gathering her hair in one hand and dropping it over one shoulder as he hugs her closer, "if you wake up first and I'm good to go, climb on. That was so fuckin' good. I don't wanna lose time with bullshit if I only got you 'til the show." They both know that she'll come off that performance high fucking fast, and be borderline limp in his arms by the time they reach their apartment once more, good for nothing but bed. [Maybe a glass of wine, but definitely bed.] "Best make-up sex ever," he decides, even if that's not completely what it was. [Absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder sex? Hopeful baby-making sex? Wake-my-girl-up-'cause-she's-so-hot sex? Jealousy sex? Dammit, he needs to leave a mark in some random place that'll be covered during the show, just so that fucker can see it and remember.]
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Date: 2013-02-24 04:12 pm (UTC)"Seriously," he yawns again, gathering her hair in one hand and dropping it over one shoulder as he hugs her closer, "if you wake up first and I'm good to go, climb on. That was so fuckin' good. I don't wanna lose time with bullshit if I only got you 'til the show." They both know that she'll come off that performance high fucking fast, and be borderline limp in his arms by the time they reach their apartment once more, good for nothing but bed. [Maybe a glass of wine, but definitely bed.] "Best make-up sex ever," he decides, even if that's not completely what it was. [Absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder sex? Hopeful baby-making sex? Wake-my-girl-up-'cause-she's-so-hot sex? Jealousy sex? Dammit, he needs to leave a mark in some random place that'll be covered during the show, just so that fucker can see it and remember.]