(She's not going to last too long if he keeps digging at her brain, and honestly, she hopes it's the same for him too. It's ecstasy that she feels, pumping in her blood with each thrust, her toes curling as she feels herself closer and closer to climax.
The more she moves towards it, the harder the nails sink, and knowing that he likes it only makes her do it more, fingers running down the muscles of his back until she finds his waist to hold a bit too hard once his teeth meet her shoulder. Even if she wanted to contain her sounds, she's finding it impossible, it's too much stimulation for her to keep quiet about.
With his head hidden on her shoulder, she presses a few desperate kisses to kis temple, knowing she's getting too close to the end.)
( How is he supposed to keep going when she’s pulling him in closer to his own end? Funny, considering he’s always one day closer to approaching that, but this? This is a sort of end he doesn’t mind reaching, especially when buried inside her.
Muscles grow taut as he keeps her there against the wall, his heart racing — sweat clinging to and dripping down flushed skin as he rocks into her, unabashed in how good she feels around him. It was never like this with Thren. Never this raw and desperate and insatiable as it is between them here in Sophie’s room. Maybe he’d been holding back — maybe he hadn’t really let himself feel it as much as he is with Sophie. Or maybe it just hits different when it’s with another telepath like this. The way she can stroke him from within as if she were stroking his dick with her bare fingers. Feeling what she feels and giving her what he feels… it’s overwhelming in a way that feels too good to resist.
He pushes her up against the wall a little harder — presses a needy moan against her mouth as his tongue slides against hers and he bucks into her a little more desperately, hands squeezing at her ass as he presses his brow against hers again. Breath heavy, he focuses on how good she feels, how tight she is, and pushes the extent of his own pleasure into her with his mind as he lets himself come undone against her. Face buried in the crook of her neck, the sound that leaves him is a muffled one of much needed ecstasy as he spills inside her, warm and thick. Too late to pull out, too lost in the spinning of his head and the colours he can see behind tightly shut eyes. )
(While there is truth to the reputation that the Cuckoos are shallow, perhaps Nate understands a little now why telepathy is such an allure to them. The flow it provides, the exchange, and while they can do it to just about anyone else, is it not just much more enticing to have it done to them, too? Give-and-take, rather than all the psychic work — a feeling that is just impossible to come by physically otherwise.
Which is exactly why she's adoring every second of this. Whatever frustration they were feeling, Sophie's sure they sweated it out, her lungs incapable of pulling more air than the gasped sighs she exhales, all in tandem to the rhythm of their hips. Her thighs are going to be sore after this, not that she is particularly concerned, it's quite a nice reminder of how it feels to have him between her legs, pushing, filling — the thought of just how deliriously amazing, and quite frankly, wild this is makes her pay all the attention she can on every little bit of stimulation. The way he's pushing in, and she's moving right with him, the taste of his tongue against her own and the grip on her ass that, well, he found the secret.
The moan she gives out is nearly unholy against his mouth, her entire body tensing and trembling with the intensity of not only her own orgasm, but his, too, and she has to hold on to him for dear life as she rides all the fireworks within her, the stars behind her eyes as she inhales her first deep breath in a bit. Lips find his ear, a gentle kiss in comparison to all they've been doing so far ever since she went to that desk.)
( Fantastic is certainly a word for it. So is surprising, but he’ll go with fantastic.
Arms hold tight around her, face pressed into the crook of her neck, skin flushed and dripping some with sweat. He can’t remember the last time he’d felt like this — the last time he’d been left as breathless as he is, but. Here he is. Feeling it all. He gives himself a second to breathe, heart beating uncontrollably there in his chest and, once he’s able to think through the haze of his orgasm and hers, he gently floats them away from the wall and to the bed.
He’s gentle in the way he drops them down, arms still wrapped around her, but he loosens his grip on her some — lets her have the freedom to pull away and roll on her back if she wants. In the meantime, he just lays there, breaths heavy and eyes just barely open, trying to remember how to breathe after all that. )
Yeah. That’s a word for it.
( His thoughts come off a little dazed because he is, yet still wears a lazy smile there on his face all the same. )
(She's gonna get used to getting flown one day, but it is still something a little delightful that makes her giggle on the way to her bed. She only moves so she can properly fit onto his side, breath still hitched and face flushed, but she's taking a moment to appreciate that silly smile Nate has on his face.
Her fingers will even more some of the strands away from his face so she can take a better look before she presses a chaster kiss to his cheek, the same hand moving through her own strands so she can fix them a little before she lazily rests against his shoulder.)
( When she pulls away to settle in beside him, he lazily drapes an arm around her as a means to keep her tucked in there, blue eyes staring up to the ceiling, smile still there on his lips. )
Yeah. It’s just…. been awhile.
( Gentle lift of a brow, he glances over to her. )
(Sophie would love to point out just how silly and sex-smitten he looks right now, but the thing is, she's definitely mirroring his expression, her cheeks even a bit sore from all the smiling.
Damn, oxytocin, she's supposed to be cold and collected!!!
There's nothing much that she hasn't really shown him, so to get fully comfortable, she removes the bra to throw it wherever, legs and back stretching in her hazy relaxation.
With his admission, she pats his chest two times, very weakly. It's been a bit for her too, but he doesn't have to know that.)
/My legs are going to be sore, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make./
( When she takes her bra off, he gives a curious glance because… of course he does. Plus, after all that, it’s not as if there’s any reason to be shy, so. It’s fleeting though, Nate stretching a bit himself with his arm still loosely there around her unless she decides to move away. He should… probably get up, but. He just needs a moment. Wants to bask in this feeling a little longer. )
Is it always like that? ( He turns his head to look at her, blue eyes bright and curious despite the laziness in them. ) With another like us.
(She's too comfortable, he moves, she yaps. She's probably going to sleep so much after this, but right now she's wired, even if she's exhausted.
The question makes her laugh, because how would he know she knows — oh, yeah, Cable. He's aware of that. Oh, well.)
/Depends. There are many ways we can use telepathy for this stuff — speaking for the Five-in-One, I think our instinct is always to sync, but creativity and the sky are the limits, Nate./
( There’s no judgment from him. He’d just been curious. )
Sure seems like it.
( At that, he chuckles softly and presses his back into the mattress a little more, his other hand lifting to brush through his hair some. Slow and gentle, much like he himself feels right now. He sits up after a moment though, leans back on his arms and looks around the room before his gaze lands back on her there next to him. Not exactly a sight he ever thought he’d see for himself. Not just with her but with anyone here, really. Weird how things just happen like that with him. You know, when he comes down from his own little bubble in the sky. Both literally and metaphorically. )
Least we didn’t make too much of a mess.
( Telepathically said as he looks over to the things she’d knocked off the desk which, lifting a hand, he gently starts to float the mess back up onto it. )
(For someone who can be extremely cold, she isn't so right now, snuggled up to him as she pulls a blanket over them to protect them from the breeze against damp skin. Her own fingers are drawing patterns on his chest, doodles that have no shape, and she chuckles.)
/And I wasn't even mean to you, which I'm great at. Just imagine./
(Once she feels him sitting up to clean, the same palm applies some pressure so that he doesn't too much, although she does move very lazily away so he could check... Whatever it is that he is checking.)
/Don't worry about it. If anything, nothing broke, so just... Breathe a little./
( It doesn’t take him long to clean up the mess given that it’s not exactly much of a mess at all. He floats the things back up on the desk - organizes them a bit there and there, then catches himself looking back over to her. Quiet. Contemplative. Then he’s leaning over and stealing a sweet kiss from her. Lazy but fleeting, keeping close to her there after he breaks that kiss. )
Do you want to be mean to me?
( It’s not an invitation to and not exactly a curiosity either. It’s more… playful than anything else, if even gently so. The smile he wears and the way those blue eyes of his almost sparkle some is enough to show that. )
(The calm after the storm, the laziness, how her bones barely want to move, but the kiss does bring some life back to her that in the end, he ends up kissing her smile.)
/It's my DNA design flaw, you get used to it./
(A gente bump to his shoulder, and she is back to lying down.)
( The bump to his shoulder gets a soft chuckle out of him and he’s dropping down next to her there on the bed, shifting a touch beneath the blanket to lay on his side, arm tucked under his head some as those blue eyes look to her. )
(Not only is the fact that they fucked each other's brains out surprising, and also the further fact there's pillowtalk. The duality of them. On her side, her ocean-colored eyes watch him for a second before she gives another lazy exhale.)
Different types of mean, Nate. Mean in bed, maybe, mean in general, not really.
(She mostly means all the uses of telepathy that can used, teasing, taking instead of giving, that sorta thing, but... As a person, she is trying to be better.)
( It’s always easier to feel these things out. To slip into the mind of another and see what it is they’re thinking and feeling, but. This is Sophie and she doesn’t give him much reason to do that, even when he’s gently confused or concerned about something. She’s a telepath like him but, also, a friend - one he just had sex with but, details - and he’s trying to be better with not just barging in on someone’s mind or emotions without asking. Hard for a telepath sometimes, yeah.
Letting his gaze drop, he mulls over that for a moment before he’s rolling onto his back and those blue eyes of his are staring up to the ceiling again, arm there by his head. )
I don’t know if saying what you want is being mean, but.
(She could pry. She is the prying type, see what experiences he has had, if someone has ever teased him stupid, so that this conversation can make more sense, but she won't, no need, doesn't want to. It's fine if he doesn't get exactly what she means, maybe one day, another random night, another random place, another time desire overcomes them, it becomes relevant.
Once he's on his back, she moves so she can half rest on top of him, watching his blue eyes for a second before she presses a kiss to his cheek.)
( He's slowly slipping into his own thoughts — getting lost in them a little — when he's gently pulled from them then with the sudden weight of her there on his chest. Blue eyes blink, hand reaching up to let the tips of his fingers just barely touch the crown of her head, and he huffs a little before he pushes his head back some against the mattress. )
You sort of tired me out.
( But he doesn't regret it and the smile he wears is proof enough of that. )
(With closed eyes, there's no resistance to the touch, Sophie ever so slightly leans into it before she opens them to catch that breath-taking, silly smile.)
You know what? Pretty fair. You can sleep here if you want, you are already here.
( Blue eyes blink their gaze over to her when she goes and says that because... huh. He... hadn't really gotten that far yet — wasn't sure how to play that out, but. Guess they're there now. Fingers gentle in the way they lift from her head, they linger there as he stares to her. )
Do you want me to? I can go if it's easier.
( Because, you know. They live in a mansion with others and all. )
(And although it may sound like a trap, she means it. If he wants to stay, she'll sleep in his arms, comfortably, maybe she rides him at some point before he leaves. If he decides to sleep on his own bed, it won't hurt her feelings, she'll just bask in the feeling of calmness and comfort this brought and be lulled to sleep all the same.)
( He's thinking too much about this, but. Part of him feels, if he leaves, she'll disappear. Like Thren. Like Maddie. Leaving him to wonder what happened, why, and alone again. Except it's not like that. Not here. They're all here for a reason — for their respective worlds — and so there's no reason for her to just disappear on him. Plus, he's technically the one leaving in a number of days anyways with his volunteering for Solmara, so. Which, you know, is the whole reason he's here in the first place. Incentive to come back.
Choosing to sit up on his arms, he runs a hand down over his face and reaches out with it then to pull his shirt over from across the room. Pulling that on over his head, he shifts around in it for a second before he's looking back over to her, flicking hair out of his face as he does, then leans over and kisses her swiftly. )
Aren't you going to kick me out and say it was fun?
( Grin playful on his lips, he pulls her clothes over as well from across the room, holding them out for her to take. )
(A kiss from Nate Grey is never going to be unwelcome, even if she rolls her eyes a little that he is much more dressed than he was a moment ago.
She hears the insecurity in his brain, paired with those words. That's a very big assumption, although it's a fair one — and weirdly, it has nothing to do with Cuckoo behavior whatsoever. That's a new one. It makes her eyebrows frown a little, because if it were due to her, she'd be able to take it easier. It's just karma, she earned it.
But it isn't, so she moves to sit, puts on her pants and cardigan before her index finger moves across his lips.)
It was very fun, but, hey. I'm not ghosting you or anything. I'm a big girl, I can put on my big girl pants and tell you if anything comes up. We're friends, anyway. That's important. You can sleep in peace.
( For as much as he hates when other telepaths are snooping around — or trying to — there's moments, such as this, where it gives a sort of unspoken understanding that might be difficult to convey through words. Sometimes because he doesn't want to. Sometimes because he doesn't even realize what he's feeling. But the reassurance she gives him in her own Sophie Cuckoo way has those blue eyes of his stare to her... and he never truly realized how much he needed something like that from Thren or even Maddie. Not until now anyways.
His grin falls to a quiet smile and his gaze drops as he swallows. He's not about to call her out on picking out those insecurities dancing around in his head. Instead, he presses his brow to hers, lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, then he's looking down between them, sitting there with her. )
Maybe I could nap for a bit... wouldn't want to fall out of the sky because you tired me out so much.
( His words are soft and meant to be playful, but. They also carry with them that gentle loneliness he more often than not tries to ignore. )
(The issues of being a telepath are plenty, but the issues of being a nosy one is that sometimes, you hear things you might not like hearing, and it's your own fault. She knows he's lonely, she felt it in his soul, in the way he moved, sometimes in the way he looks at her. She's not too different, after all.
And the way he moves tells it to her once again, and she isn't... Ugh, so, empathy? That's never been her thing, and when it is, she would rather drown it. Feelings suck, but she's trying to feel hers a little more. Sometimes, she manages, others, she fails. Right now, it's a win on the Sophie Cuckoo Improvement Route as she lets her thumb caress his cheek, climbing onto his lap so she can have this conversation and have him focused.)
One moment of your attention before you fall asleep for the next five days.
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Date: 2025-05-12 11:27 pm (UTC)The more she moves towards it, the harder the nails sink, and knowing that he likes it only makes her do it more, fingers running down the muscles of his back until she finds his waist to hold a bit too hard once his teeth meet her shoulder. Even if she wanted to contain her sounds, she's finding it impossible, it's too much stimulation for her to keep quiet about.
With his head hidden on her shoulder, she presses a few desperate kisses to kis temple, knowing she's getting too close to the end.)
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Date: 2025-05-12 11:47 pm (UTC)Muscles grow taut as he keeps her there against the wall, his heart racing — sweat clinging to and dripping down flushed skin as he rocks into her, unabashed in how good she feels around him. It was never like this with Thren. Never this raw and desperate and insatiable as it is between them here in Sophie’s room. Maybe he’d been holding back — maybe he hadn’t really let himself feel it as much as he is with Sophie. Or maybe it just hits different when it’s with another telepath like this. The way she can stroke him from within as if she were stroking his dick with her bare fingers. Feeling what she feels and giving her what he feels… it’s overwhelming in a way that feels too good to resist.
He pushes her up against the wall a little harder — presses a needy moan against her mouth as his tongue slides against hers and he bucks into her a little more desperately, hands squeezing at her ass as he presses his brow against hers again. Breath heavy, he focuses on how good she feels, how tight she is, and pushes the extent of his own pleasure into her with his mind as he lets himself come undone against her. Face buried in the crook of her neck, the sound that leaves him is a muffled one of much needed ecstasy as he spills inside her, warm and thick. Too late to pull out, too lost in the spinning of his head and the colours he can see behind tightly shut eyes. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 12:38 am (UTC)Which is exactly why she's adoring every second of this. Whatever frustration they were feeling, Sophie's sure they sweated it out, her lungs incapable of pulling more air than the gasped sighs she exhales, all in tandem to the rhythm of their hips. Her thighs are going to be sore after this, not that she is particularly concerned, it's quite a nice reminder of how it feels to have him between her legs, pushing, filling — the thought of just how deliriously amazing, and quite frankly, wild this is makes her pay all the attention she can on every little bit of stimulation. The way he's pushing in, and she's moving right with him, the taste of his tongue against her own and the grip on her ass that, well, he found the secret.
The moan she gives out is nearly unholy against his mouth, her entire body tensing and trembling with the intensity of not only her own orgasm, but his, too, and she has to hold on to him for dear life as she rides all the fireworks within her, the stars behind her eyes as she inhales her first deep breath in a bit. Lips find his ear, a gentle kiss in comparison to all they've been doing so far ever since she went to that desk.)
/Holy shit. That was... Fantastic./
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Date: 2025-05-13 08:56 am (UTC)Arms hold tight around her, face pressed into the crook of her neck, skin flushed and dripping some with sweat. He can’t remember the last time he’d felt like this — the last time he’d been left as breathless as he is, but. Here he is. Feeling it all. He gives himself a second to breathe, heart beating uncontrollably there in his chest and, once he’s able to think through the haze of his orgasm and hers, he gently floats them away from the wall and to the bed.
He’s gentle in the way he drops them down, arms still wrapped around her, but he loosens his grip on her some — lets her have the freedom to pull away and roll on her back if she wants. In the meantime, he just lays there, breaths heavy and eyes just barely open, trying to remember how to breathe after all that. )
Yeah. That’s a word for it.
( His thoughts come off a little dazed because he is, yet still wears a lazy smile there on his face all the same. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 09:02 am (UTC)Her fingers will even more some of the strands away from his face so she can take a better look before she presses a chaster kiss to his cheek, the same hand moving through her own strands so she can fix them a little before she lazily rests against his shoulder.)
/You okay there?/
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Date: 2025-05-13 10:48 am (UTC)Yeah. It’s just…. been awhile.
( Gentle lift of a brow, he glances over to her. )
You good?
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Date: 2025-05-13 10:58 am (UTC)Damn, oxytocin, she's supposed to be cold and collected!!!
There's nothing much that she hasn't really shown him, so to get fully comfortable, she removes the bra to throw it wherever, legs and back stretching in her hazy relaxation.
With his admission, she pats his chest two times, very weakly. It's been a bit for her too, but he doesn't have to know that.)
/My legs are going to be sore, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make./
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Date: 2025-05-13 01:40 pm (UTC)Is it always like that? ( He turns his head to look at her, blue eyes bright and curious despite the laziness in them. ) With another like us.
( Another telepath, he means. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 02:07 pm (UTC)The question makes her laugh, because how would he know she knows — oh, yeah, Cable. He's aware of that. Oh, well.)
/Depends. There are many ways we can use telepathy for this stuff — speaking for the Five-in-One, I think our instinct is always to sync, but creativity and the sky are the limits, Nate./
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Date: 2025-05-13 02:24 pm (UTC)Sure seems like it.
( At that, he chuckles softly and presses his back into the mattress a little more, his other hand lifting to brush through his hair some. Slow and gentle, much like he himself feels right now. He sits up after a moment though, leans back on his arms and looks around the room before his gaze lands back on her there next to him. Not exactly a sight he ever thought he’d see for himself. Not just with her but with anyone here, really. Weird how things just happen like that with him. You know, when he comes down from his own little bubble in the sky. Both literally and metaphorically. )
Least we didn’t make too much of a mess.
( Telepathically said as he looks over to the things she’d knocked off the desk which, lifting a hand, he gently starts to float the mess back up onto it. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 02:38 pm (UTC)/And I wasn't even mean to you, which I'm great at. Just imagine./
(Once she feels him sitting up to clean, the same palm applies some pressure so that he doesn't too much, although she does move very lazily away so he could check... Whatever it is that he is checking.)
/Don't worry about it. If anything, nothing broke, so just... Breathe a little./
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Date: 2025-05-13 02:43 pm (UTC)Do you want to be mean to me?
( It’s not an invitation to and not exactly a curiosity either. It’s more… playful than anything else, if even gently so. The smile he wears and the way those blue eyes of his almost sparkle some is enough to show that. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 03:16 pm (UTC)/It's my DNA design flaw, you get used to it./
(A gente bump to his shoulder, and she is back to lying down.)
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Date: 2025-05-13 03:52 pm (UTC)But do you want to? Because you don’t have to.
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Date: 2025-05-13 06:38 pm (UTC)Different types of mean, Nate. Mean in bed, maybe, mean in general, not really.
(She mostly means all the uses of telepathy that can used, teasing, taking instead of giving, that sorta thing, but... As a person, she is trying to be better.)
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:03 pm (UTC)Letting his gaze drop, he mulls over that for a moment before he’s rolling onto his back and those blue eyes of his are staring up to the ceiling again, arm there by his head. )
I don’t know if saying what you want is being mean, but.
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:24 pm (UTC)(She could pry. She is the prying type, see what experiences he has had, if someone has ever teased him stupid, so that this conversation can make more sense, but she won't, no need, doesn't want to. It's fine if he doesn't get exactly what she means, maybe one day, another random night, another random place, another time desire overcomes them, it becomes relevant.
Once he's on his back, she moves so she can half rest on top of him, watching his blue eyes for a second before she presses a kiss to his cheek.)
You look really sleepy, though.
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:28 pm (UTC)You sort of tired me out.
( But he doesn't regret it and the smile he wears is proof enough of that. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:37 pm (UTC)You know what? Pretty fair. You can sleep here if you want, you are already here.
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Date: 2025-05-13 07:43 pm (UTC)Do you want me to? I can go if it's easier.
( Because, you know. They live in a mansion with others and all. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 08:30 pm (UTC)(And although it may sound like a trap, she means it. If he wants to stay, she'll sleep in his arms, comfortably, maybe she rides him at some point before he leaves. If he decides to sleep on his own bed, it won't hurt her feelings, she'll just bask in the feeling of calmness and comfort this brought and be lulled to sleep all the same.)
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Date: 2025-05-13 08:59 pm (UTC)Choosing to sit up on his arms, he runs a hand down over his face and reaches out with it then to pull his shirt over from across the room. Pulling that on over his head, he shifts around in it for a second before he's looking back over to her, flicking hair out of his face as he does, then leans over and kisses her swiftly. )
Aren't you going to kick me out and say it was fun?
( Grin playful on his lips, he pulls her clothes over as well from across the room, holding them out for her to take. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 09:45 pm (UTC)She hears the insecurity in his brain, paired with those words. That's a very big assumption, although it's a fair one — and weirdly, it has nothing to do with Cuckoo behavior whatsoever. That's a new one. It makes her eyebrows frown a little, because if it were due to her, she'd be able to take it easier. It's just karma, she earned it.
But it isn't, so she moves to sit, puts on her pants and cardigan before her index finger moves across his lips.)
It was very fun, but, hey. I'm not ghosting you or anything. I'm a big girl, I can put on my big girl pants and tell you if anything comes up. We're friends, anyway. That's important. You can sleep in peace.
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Date: 2025-05-13 10:08 pm (UTC)His grin falls to a quiet smile and his gaze drops as he swallows. He's not about to call her out on picking out those insecurities dancing around in his head. Instead, he presses his brow to hers, lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, then he's looking down between them, sitting there with her. )
Maybe I could nap for a bit... wouldn't want to fall out of the sky because you tired me out so much.
( His words are soft and meant to be playful, but. They also carry with them that gentle loneliness he more often than not tries to ignore. )
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Date: 2025-05-13 11:40 pm (UTC)And the way he moves tells it to her once again, and she isn't... Ugh, so, empathy? That's never been her thing, and when it is, she would rather drown it. Feelings suck, but she's trying to feel hers a little more. Sometimes, she manages, others, she fails. Right now, it's a win on the Sophie Cuckoo Improvement Route as she lets her thumb caress his cheek, climbing onto his lap so she can have this conversation and have him focused.)
One moment of your attention before you fall asleep for the next five days.
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