[ She nods as best she can. The motion makes her head swim and a dull ache form. The brief discomfort that forms on her face before she decides to rest against the pillows again. ] Then, we stay in bed a few hours. We'll sort the rest out later.
[ Ultimately, she isn't sure what their next move in terms of recovery should be. She's not used to down time in the middle of everything. She imagines the field agents will send someone, have her be checked up on, offer updates. Once they get to that point she'll have an idea of what to do. Other than that... all she can really think to do is. Time for them. ]
I bought one. Red and black. [ Jesse's expression almost looks playful. Hadn't she worn it in one loop? Maybe. They all blur to a weird dream of images that seem to never end. ] Not exactly matching, but, close enough. Once we replace yours.
It would be something. I've never been to something like it.
[ Part of her worries he doesn't want the time the way she does. In that sense that perhaps he's just going with the flow, and she's distracting from sleep or his need to take care of her. Once it's clear he wants to stop or no longer interested? She'll stop. The last thing she wants to do is make the wrong move and push him away. Especially not now, not with how long it's taken them to come back to this point.
She moves to her back, gently guiding him to join her. She doesn't mind if he's above her, needing to lean on her as well. Her side isn't damaged. It's just her head that comes and goes in terms of feeling heavy or not. Heavy, drifting, floating. Sometimes it feels like mud, and sometimes it feels like she can't focus. Well, can't focus on anything other than his mouth on hers.
There's a tinge of hunger she can't keep from any of her kisses. That ever present need to touch him or be close. Maybe once they're finally able to be together that will lessen. For now, however, both her hands move to curl into his hair at the back of his head. It's soft. Usually it's dirty or wet due to whatever the hell is going on. Now, though... now it's how it should be. Soft, clean, and maybe still needing to be a little shorter. ]
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[ Ultimately, she isn't sure what their next move in terms of recovery should be. She's not used to down time in the middle of everything. She imagines the field agents will send someone, have her be checked up on, offer updates. Once they get to that point she'll have an idea of what to do. Other than that... all she can really think to do is. Time for them. ]
I bought one. Red and black. [ Jesse's expression almost looks playful. Hadn't she worn it in one loop? Maybe. They all blur to a weird dream of images that seem to never end. ] Not exactly matching, but, close enough. Once we replace yours.
It would be something. I've never been to something like it.
[ Part of her worries he doesn't want the time the way she does. In that sense that perhaps he's just going with the flow, and she's distracting from sleep or his need to take care of her. Once it's clear he wants to stop or no longer interested? She'll stop. The last thing she wants to do is make the wrong move and push him away. Especially not now, not with how long it's taken them to come back to this point.
She moves to her back, gently guiding him to join her. She doesn't mind if he's above her, needing to lean on her as well. Her side isn't damaged. It's just her head that comes and goes in terms of feeling heavy or not. Heavy, drifting, floating. Sometimes it feels like mud, and sometimes it feels like she can't focus. Well, can't focus on anything other than his mouth on hers.
There's a tinge of hunger she can't keep from any of her kisses. That ever present need to touch him or be close. Maybe once they're finally able to be together that will lessen. For now, however, both her hands move to curl into his hair at the back of his head. It's soft. Usually it's dirty or wet due to whatever the hell is going on. Now, though... now it's how it should be. Soft, clean, and maybe still needing to be a little shorter. ]