Charlotte wakes slowly, hazily, soft blankets swathing her body, a warm relaxed presence blanketing her mind. Erik lies on his chest beside her, heavily asleep, his arm across her waist and his face sculpted in the dim light; they exhausted each other, and she can see rare peace in the lines of his finely carved face.
She supposes she's earned a moment of smugness, she thinks as she skims her hand over his on her side, her awareness over his sleeping mind, and smiles into the twilight.
[I'm sorry this is so short. I gave up on finding the opportune time to write it and am writing it at a very inopportune time.]
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Date: 2012-01-30 02:41 am (UTC)She supposes she's earned a moment of smugness, she thinks as she skims her hand over his on her side, her awareness over his sleeping mind, and smiles into the twilight.
[I'm sorry this is so short. I gave up on finding the opportune time to write it and am writing it at a very inopportune time.]