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 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.]