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Date: 2014-03-14 05:31 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Nap time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
Jackson woke suddenly, in the dead of night. But for the first time in a long while it wasn't with frantic clawing toward consciousness into a cold sweat. There were no lingering images of terrible deeds. As he calmed, there was only a strange sense of being lost. Sitting up, he ran a hand over his face, trying to calm his mind.

Looking to the sleeping form beside him, he found exactly what he'd been looking for. A sense of peace. She didn't have to do anything. Just seeing her, being reassured that she was there with him was enough. He reached over and ever so gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, not wanting to wake her.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:34 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (amazed)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Lydia is not so deep a sleeper that when he shifts about on the bed, even if it's not frantic or violent. The stroke of his fingers against her forehead brings a smile to her face, and though she doesn't open her eyes, she speaks, her voice husky from slumber.

"Are you staring at me again?"

Date: 2014-03-14 05:38 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"Maybe," he said, his voice soft. As he pulled his hand back, he let he fingers trail over he cheek and her jaw.

He settled back down into the bed, facing her. "Go back to sleep," he said, reassuringly.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:41 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (because the night)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Her lashes lift slowly, and her vision is full of his face. "In a minute." she promises him, smiling sleepily. Her own hand lifts do mirror his gesture, her fingers brushing along his cheek and down his jaw.

"What made you wake up? Was it a dream?"

Date: 2014-03-14 05:56 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (You wanna say that again?)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
He moved his hand to rest gently over hers, before his fingers traveled gently over her arm. "I think so, but not one of the usual ones. I don't really remember it."

Date: 2014-03-14 06:08 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (dimples)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Lydia always reacts like a cat when he strokes her like that; she gives her body a little stretch and nudges against his hand. One day Jackson will figure out that all he has to do to get what he wants is to drag his fingers along her arm or stroke the small of her back when he makes a request, and that will be a dangerous day.

"Good." she murmurs softly, her fingers trailing over his mouth. "Can I do anything to help you get back to sleep?" Believe it or not, it's not necessarily a proposal of sex. A glass of warm milk, her arms around him, whatever it takes to give him some peace.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:17 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Sleepy time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
The idea of getting Lydia to do anything she didn't want to do really had not occurred to him. But his methods were never so subtle as coaxing things out of her like that.

His fingers caressed up and down her arm for a few moments as he watched her face. The faintest of smiles spread over his lips as she asked. In response, his hand moved up her arm, to gently take her hand. He pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "You're already doing it."

Date: 2014-03-14 06:22 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (natural beauty)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
She makes a soft noises of contentment in the back of her throat. "Good." she says with a sleepy smile, "Because if you'd said 'get up and make me a sandwich' I'd have been so cranky." With a low chuckle she lifts her head, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. It might have been meant for his mouth full on, but hey, her lashes are only at half-mast.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:29 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
His hand leaves hers as she leans closer, the hand instead moving to cradle the back of her neck. "Now that you mention it..." he said with a faint laugh. Completely joking. He shifted just enough to plant the softest kiss full on her lips.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:33 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (bare shoulder)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Her mouth quirks against his, but it doesn't stay that way for long when he kisses her. She's not sure if she has morning breath or not, but at the moment she doesn't care. Instead she settles a hand on his chest to press him back on the bed so she can re-position herself: right over his heartbeat makes an acceptable pillow.

"Werewolves," she can't help but note scientifically as she makes sleeping arrangements to her liking, "Are delightfully warm."

Date: 2014-03-14 06:47 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Nap time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
He moves easily with her hand, settling back down onto the bed, now on his back. His arm settles over her, almost protectively. With her there against him it felt, if just for a moment, nothing terrible had ever happened. That everything was currently, had always been, would always be alright.

"Certainly better than being excessively hairy," he said with a small smile. He moved his hand, fingers gently gliding over her skin.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:52 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (lazy smile)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"Most of the time." she grins and corrects playfully. "I think you're secretly shaving more often during the full moon."

She is doing much the same, her finger tracing seemingly random symbols on his chest, except they're the periodic table starting with Hydrogen.

Date: 2014-03-14 07:03 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"You can't prove anything." If she could see his face, she would see the obviously fake offense he took at her implications. "There is one thing I'll never understand, though." His tone dipped, sounding like he might be about to ask something actually serious. "When I go full wolf-face, where do my eyebrows go?"

Date: 2014-03-14 07:06 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (bright smile)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
She lets out a laugh, no doubt as he intended. "I have no idea. There's very little about your condition that science has any explanation for." Slyly, "I assure you though, they're exquisite eyebrows."

Date: 2014-03-14 07:13 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Cool shades)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
His hand was shifting lower and lower with every few passes, inching toward her hip and lower back. "I'd hope so. I put too much work into them for them to not be." There was a false sort of smugness in his voice, but an almost proud smile on his face.

Date: 2014-03-14 07:17 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (carefree)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"You're so vain." she teases, rolling her head slightly so she can press a kiss to his chest before letting it fall back again so one more her cheek is just below his heart. The sound of it beating is comforting.

Date: 2014-03-14 08:21 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Sleepy time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
If he hadn't been anything down, he might have just shrugged. "I take pride in my hard work." He sounded more amused than anything.

Date: 2014-03-15 04:51 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (everything's coming up lydia)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"And your work is...getting your eyebrows waxed?" Lydia teases, letting her fingers finish the periodic table so she can trace a line up his chin, over his mouth and toward the bridge of his nose, between the aforementioned beautiful eyebrows. And beautiful everything.

Date: 2014-03-16 06:56 pm (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"Among other things," he said softly. He tipped his chin up, gently kissing her palm and wrist as her hand passed over his face. "You can only leave so much to genetics."

Date: 2014-03-16 07:08 pm (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (bare shoulder)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"You'd be beautiful even if your eyebrows were crooked." she tells him with a grin, pressing her mouth briefly against his neck for a soft kiss.

With her face still muffled against his neck and her expression hidden, she murmurs softly, "I love you."

Date: 2014-03-16 07:20 pm (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Sad lizard face)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
A soft sound of pleasure escaped at the feel of her lips on his neck, his chin tilting slightly to invite it further. He'd been about to make a comment, implying where such a kiss could lead. But her following words derailed that completely. She might have even heard the skipped beat of his heart. Instead of saying anything in return, he shifted. His fingers gently guiding her chin so he could tilt his own head, planting a tender kiss on her lips.

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