dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Shivers a little, despite himself.]

Naw, I didn't - I didn't mind. It was - good.

[unbr8kable]

Well, I mean. That was the point and all.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes even darker, at that - glances away.]

Yeah. I mean... yeah.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah. Uh, so.

[She dips her gaze as well, scratching the back of her head]

[crossmyheartandhope]

So...

So now what?

[unbr8kable]

Dunno. Usually I've died or woken up by now...lucid dreaming ain't really my strong suit. What do you wanna do?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I dunno. I guess I ain't so hot at it, either.

[He falters to a stop.]

[Honestly, getting out of the changing room is the obvious answer, but that means her moving, and,]

[unbr8kable]

[Gives him a look]

It's just a dream. Shouldn't take that much thinking.

[crossmyheartandhope]

S... sorry.

Uh. I guess, uh. We do whatever we wanna do?

[unbr8kable]

...If you don't wanna do anything, that's fine. Maybe if I try I can actually get a nap in before waking up.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...man, yeah. I bet you don't dream in dreams.

[unbr8kable]

...Could always give it a shot?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...okay.

Just, like. Here?

[unbr8kable]

Not comfy enough for you? Didn't know I was dealing with princess and the pea, here.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Fine, jeez, okay. Couch it is.

[He hesitates - scoots back, a little, until his back comes into contact with the back of the couch, to give her some space.]

Should we just, like...?

[unbr8kable]

I guess?

[She shrugs, then lies down on her back. Which...isn't quite comfortable; it's an oversized couch but not THAT oversized. So instead she turns to her side, facing him, which seems more feasible, and pats the space between her and the cushion]

May as well get comfy...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah, uh... yeah.

[He hesitates, then lies down next to her, facing her, cheeks warm.]

This okay...?

[unbr8kable]

[It isn't as though they haven't done this before, though under more duress, and also while wearing more pants. Nevertheless]

I'm okay. You okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Okay, but to be fair, the pants make a lot of difference. The fact that they were making out less than ten minutes ago probably also makes some difference.]

Yeah. I'm... I'm good.

This is good.

[unbr8kable]

Okay. Good.

[They'd succeeded at being closer, so then being this distance should be a piece of cake. Nemesis refuses to feel awkward about this in a dream of all places, and instead scoots a little closer, if only to no longer be at risk of falling off the couch. Her hand rests palm up in the space between them]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He scoots in a little closer, himself, though self-consciously - reaches out, careful, to take her hand.]

[unbr8kable]

[...Her shoulders go a little less tense, and she loosely threads their fingers.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...this okay?

[He lowers his voice, like asking too loud will break the moment, somehow.]

[unbr8kable]

You tell me; you’re the one who seems all jumpy.

[Pauses]

It’s okay if you don’t like it. I’m not gonna be offended or nothing.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Glances away, almost shy.]

Nah, it's - it's nice. Like... real nice.