[ there's something so sweet about the way he tucks himself against her, despite being bigger, all hard muscle in contrast to the softness of her body. fondness fills her gaze as she looks over at him, reaching up to gently card her fingers through his hair with the same soothing rhythm as she did earlier for his headache. it's easy to pretend that this is all there is—just the two of them in this bed, in this room, separated from the chaos of what surely awaits them outside the door. but if they're to be here for a while, she thinks it can't hurt to linger here for a little while longer; to enjoy this brief moment of peace just for them. ]

I want it to be you. [ then and now, and in the future, if he should grant her that desire. she laughs a little, her breath ruffling his hair gently before she smooths it down with her fingers. ] I should be thanking you, really. I don't have much experience in this.

[ as he already knows. she feels a little silly for saying it, but— ]

I'm glad it felt good for you.