[Lets out a light huff of breath, but wriggles up closer to him, still leaving enough space for their joined hands, but barely a breath more. Her face moves in closer still, almost enough for him to be able to feel the warmth radiating from her cheeks]
[He definitely does. There's a beat or two of hesitation, and then he lets his forehead press to hers. He smiles a little, soft - lets his eyes drift closed.]
[His thumb keeps up its motion, slow and steady. He doesn't open his eyes again, but as the seconds and then the minutes start to slip by, his breath softens and lengthens into something more relaxed.]
[At first she can't sleep, still too worked up despite everything. Eventually she makes an effort not to, if only for this dream-Hurricane to have that much better of a rest, at least for a little. It's not much, but it's something.]
[It takes him a while, too; he has to keep banishing the memory of her hands on him, and the warmth of her thighs, and the acute awareness that he's still in the clothes she dressed him in.]
[He's had plenty of practice, though, pretending to be unaffected. It's second nature, by now.]
She is...less experienced, but does her best not to fidget too much so as not to bother him. Mind over matter, surely keeping still can't be that tough]
[It's probably easy enough, right up until he starts drifting off in earnest. That's around when he shifts toward her, only half awake, murmuring something sleepy and largely indistinguishable as he snuggles in against her.]
[That's--fine, that's okay. These things happen, and if she takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around him or tuck him under her chin, then it's not like it's a big deal. It's just...natural. Nice.
[It is nice, if the soft, pleased little sound he makes is any indication. He's close enough that she can probably feel his breath warm against her collar bone, where his lips were not long before.]
[All around them, the dream has grown a little hazy; there's an odd quality to the light, like the soft glimmer of the fairy lights in blanket fort.]
[Good. Good. She shivers like before at the feeling against her collar, though there's less of the desperation--it's hard not to feel the same dreamy softness as the world around her...harder not to give in to the exhaustion she feels, too comfortable to struggle against it. She nuzzles into the fluff of his hair, taking advantage of the feeling while it's here]
[It's a simple smell, clean - she recognizes his shampoo, probably. He snuggles in closer as the ambient glow begins to dim and then fade away.]
[The changing room is gone; there is the vague impression of blankets overhead, and the couch beneath them has lost its shape, replaced by mounds of fabric.]
[Then it drifts away entirely, and the dream is gone.]
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[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]
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Since it's a dream anyway, you think we could, like...?
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Scoot in some...?
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...Like this?
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This okay?
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You're good.
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[And then she settles in just a bit closer, so their foreheads can brush, if they wanted]
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[He's had plenty of practice, though, pretending to be unaffected. It's second nature, by now.]
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She is...less experienced, but does her best not to fidget too much so as not to bother him. Mind over matter, surely keeping still can't be that tough]
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Nice.]
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[All around them, the dream has grown a little hazy; there's an odd quality to the light, like the soft glimmer of the fairy lights in blanket fort.]
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[The changing room is gone; there is the vague impression of blankets overhead, and the couch beneath them has lost its shape, replaced by mounds of fabric.]
[Then it drifts away entirely, and the dream is gone.]