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 ]

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[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.

[unbr8kable]

...Alright. If you're sure.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I'm sure.

[His thumb brushes over the back of her hand, careful.]

[unbr8kable]

[Her fingers curl in more securely between his fingers for a moment. Then she hesitates briefly, then settles in]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He does, too - curls a little closer, unconsciously.]

[unbr8kable]

[Shifts to accommodate, taking up a bit more of the space he is not taking up, rather than trying to maintain some strict DMZ between them. Sighs a little. Her face (and hand, and most everything else) is still quite warm.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He's still a little flushed, himself; there's not much by way of warmth, but he appreciates hers, at least. His thumb keeps trailing back and forth, idly affectionate.]

[unbr8kable]

[It's pleasant, and a little soothing, and she drifts her fingers over the skin beneath his knuckles, soft]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He goes on like that for a little while, just stroking idly. Then, finally, very soft:]

...hey, Nem?

[unbr8kable]

Mm?

[She'd closed her eyes because that seemed less awkward than just staring at him from this close, but she opens one to look up at him, curious]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He averts his eyes when she opens them, embarrassed.]

Since it's a dream anyway, you think we could, like...?

[unbr8kable]

Like...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates - hesitates longer, while the flush creeps over his face.]

Scoot in some...?