[Night Two]

[thewordofweb]

I cannot believe he fucking heckled me.

...That's about the only thing that comes to mind as I sit there with the brush and shove it through the long hair, still figuring out how I'm going about this. This, this being whatever attachments have fused and grown firmer in our time here and through yesterday (however you explain that) and this morning (I'm not sure if we can explain that away, given our sobriety) and now I'm standing at the door we share in a strapless red number that cuts down to my ankles and my bare feet press against the wooden floor.

There is a very set plan about this and I might have even stolen some products for the night, pressing pink to lips and smudges to eyes in a simplistic way the likes that Oscar Wilde would have very much approved of (it's really almost as if this place and these events would have fit so perfectly in his novels). So there I am, with a plan, and with a single knock on Joe's door, it's not going to reverse, now.

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[thewordofweb.livejournal.com]

I lean back into Joe's touch, but quickly grow dissatisfied with our positions, given that we're close, but I can't see him. "I want to see you," I say with a distinct note of entitlement to my words as I shift and turn until I'm face to face with Joe, arms snug around his waist. "You're staying?" I ask, quietly, hoping and wanting for it, but not wanting to tempt fate.

[soldier-singled.livejournal.com]

Joe's fingers trail down Web's side, the sweet curve into his hip, and he nods, teeth just touching his lip for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm stayin'."

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There are words left to be said that I don't know how to phrase and instead of speaking them aloud, I focus on touching the tips of my fingers lightly to his cheek, gentle as I can be while leaning in to press a kiss to his lips and wonder if tomorrow will be the morning that the casted spell wears off.

"Good," is my childish, almost innocent reply as I burrow in closer, finding the sheets and draping one leg over his. "I could use more furniture around here."

[soldier-singled.livejournal.com]

"Whaddya need furniture for?" says Joe, his lips brushing against Web's when he speaks. "You got a bed and somewhere to cook breakfast. Perfect."

[thewordofweb.livejournal.com]

"Not to mention a bedwarmer," I wryly tease, voice hushed as my eyes start to fall shut of their own volition. "I hear you have to pay through the nose for one of those in a place like this." One last long kiss and I curl up with him tighter, trying to ignore that wish deep inside me that thinks about having this on a permanent basis. "Are you cooking me breakfast?"

[soldier-singled.livejournal.com]

Joe's always put out a lot of heat when he sleeps and he presses himself against Web, bare skin on bare skin, as though to make a point.

"You want breakfast, I'll cook you breakfast," he murmurs, dropping a sleepy kiss into Web's tangled dark hair.

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"I have ingredients for pancakes," is my sleepy request, turning slightly into his kiss and keeping close. "And I'm sorry, too," is my distant apology, faint. "For being so difficult."

[soldier-singled.livejournal.com]

"Shut up and go to sleep," murmured Joe, no small amount of affection in his voice as he closed his eyes and tucked his chin in against Web's shoulder, and held on tight.