kira yukimura is electric. (electrocutie) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-03-24 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | isaac lahey (au), kira yukimura |
WHO RTW!Isaac Lahey and Kira Yukimura
WHAT Kira's home from Japan and very exhausted, and the two have a reunion and finally have their post-Monday comfort session. He also takes away some of her aching from the electricity exertion. Annnnd a bit more UST.
WHEN Saturday afternoon.
WHERE Isaac and Scott's.
RATING G!
Kira wasn’t sure she’d ever been so exhausted in her life. She wasn’t necessarily tired, having taken a few naps throughout the day and so full of adrenaline and determination that her mind wouldn’t settle down much anyway, but her whole body was drained. She knew this primarily came from the surge of electricity she’d had to give over such an extended period of time. Her ‘batteries’ hadn’t fully recharged, and it was definitely taking a toll on her. Her muscles felt overstretched and sore, and her energy wasn’t nearly what it usually was, but there was a sense of relief and renewed determination. They’d gone to Japan, and they’d gotten something accomplished. Everything was driving closer and closer to Monday and what would follow, the ridding of the Nogitsune from Stiles, and they were nearly as prepared as they could possibly be. She’d heard a rumor that there would be more death on the show, but she couldn’t let herself think of that.
To be honest, she’d not completely dealt with what’d happened last Monday. She’d gone immediately to Allison and Lydia’s, and had been with them ever since. And while her heart ached for Allison most of all, there was a significant part of her that realized just how close Isaac had come as well. The idea of losing Isaac had struck her more deeply than she’d have ever expected it to, and it’d made her realize in an instant just how much she cared for him. These past few months, she’d been trying to push those feelings away, trying to encourage him to focus on himself and on what he could do to find his own happiness. The idea that she could lose him, though, made her realize just how much she needed him. Her happiness was inexplicably tied to his. And while the Japanese trip had been her own idea and utterly necessary, she’d so missed him. As playful as their conversations had been about their reunion, there was a great deal of unreleased emotion in her words. She’d not gotten to really make sure he was safe and solid and alive since just before they’d left for their trip, and then only briefly. It hadn’t been enough, and when she had slept since, it hadn’t been very well.
Landing on Hawaiian soil was a bit of a relief, and she thanked Harry and walked with her girls until she needed to veer off towards Scott and Isaac’s. She had a bag still slung across her chest with her clothes and various things from the trip, and her katana strapped across her back, where she’d keep it until it was necessary to use it, and she looked as worn down as she felt as she entered their place and made her way to Isaac’s room. She knocked on the doorframe when she arrived, her face instantly brightening (subconsciously, even) at the relieving sight of him. “Guess who.”
Isaac had been prepared to die. He had read the theories online and had heard his friends discussing his death when they thought he couldn’t hear them. It had all made sense. He was considered captured and of no importance to the Nogitsune and he had the least amount of people who would miss him if he left. He didn’t have a parent to bury him (not that his father hadn’t tried to before) or a sibling to leave behind. He was the last Lahey, and Lahey luck dictated that he would be the one that fell.
He had gone into the show with all of this in mind and was on edge waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop during the first fifty minutes. He had barely cracked a smile when the homework crack had been made, sinking back against the couch as he later watched as the Oni attacked him. Because of their past history Allison’s arrows flying in to save him had come as a surprise, but it wasn’t as surprising as seeing the Oni drive their blade into Allison. He had on the opposite of a fight with her on more than one occasion, so witnessing her exposing her side to the enemy had left him floored. He immediately felt guilty over the relief that he wasn’t the one who had died and had retreated back to his room while the others went to check on their Allison.
Isaac gave them all space. He was alive; he was fine. He didn’t sleep while Kira stuck close to Allison and Scott worried over everyone. He had tried being useful when Scott had taken him to New York to talk to Petra about the mind-walking, but that ended up failing and setting Scott and Scottie against each other. He couldn’t properly convey to people that he wanted to be more than the grounding factor, more than the extra set of claws, but in the end everyone was safe and the mission to Japan had been a success. That meant that Kira would be home soon.
He didn’t know when it had started, but her trip to Japan to retrieve a katana had shown him how dependent he was on her being around. He had caught himself looking over his shoulder to tell her something that had sprung to mind only to find no one there, and sleep was out of the question – there was only so much a body pillow could cuddle back. He didn’t have to worry about reverting back to the Hale wolf he had been when she was around.
After placing the food order, Isaac cleared the books and notebooks off his bed and had stretched out, his sketchbook balanced on his knee. The pages were a little worse for wear and jammed with drawings in various states of completion from the sleepless nights he had spent scribbling in them, but he always managed to find somewhere to get what was in his head down on paper. He glanced up when he heard the door open, pencil suspended above the paper, and grinned. The smile hadn’t lost any of its wattage by the time she made it to his room and he felt his shoulder slump slightly from a weight he hadn’t known he had been carrying.
“Who are you again?” Isaac joked, closing the sketchbook and leaning forward. He peered at her, noting how tired she looked, and beckoned her closer. “You look like this girl I used to know. K something?”
It felt like they’d all been on a speeding train since Monday’s show, and the wear was definitely apparent. They were getting so close, though, and that was a nerve-wracking feeling. Kira was just ready for the season to be over and for this all to finally settle down. They were definitely all gearing up for a battle, and it was hard to stay her usual carefree self when there was so much going on that was so very serious. The loss of Allison on the show had pushed everything into perspective, but the show had gradually gotten more and more difficult to watch as the season had progressed. She’d felt that tightening sensation in her chest for some time now. She was desperate for relief, and for the ability to breathe more easily. She wanted her friends back, all of them, and for all of them to be able to relax.
For now, though, she was just glad to be home. She hadn’t entirely recognized the fact that she identified ‘home’ as Isaac, but it was the case. She felt such an incredible sense of peace just being in his presence. She smiled even more as he grinned, even exhausted as she was, and pulled her bag’s strap over her head and shoulder to let it drop on the ground as he spoke and leaned forward, laughing to herself at his words. “I think I know who you’re talking about. She had electric fingertips, if I’m not mistaken,” she said, and wiggled her fingers, a little bit of static emitting from them instead of the usual tiny bolts of lightning.
She drew the katana’s case from around her back careful, holding it in two hands as she moved to set it on his dresser, then moved to flop onto his bed. She made a contented sound as she did so, instantly comforted. “You have no idea how much better this bed is than anything I’ve slept on the past few days.”
Isaac watched as she dropped her bag in the door, squashing down the urge to ask what all they had found on their trip to Japan. He didn’t want to think about Japan right now, Japan with the greedy collector who had zapped most of Kira’s strength. The young wolf hadn’t expected to feel such a strong surge of worry and protectiveness towards her when he had learned of all that she had traded return for the blade strapped to her back. He knew that it was necessary in order for them to get the katana, but it didn’t mean he had to like it.
“That’s the girl. She hasn’t been around here lately, so my memory’s a little fuzzy,” he said. His grin lessened slightly when he saw the static hum between her fingers, but he kept it up. That didn’t matter - she was safely back home and the katana was on his dressers. “Is that it?” After everything that he had seen lately, the blessed blade that could be the game changer resting among his knickknacks didn’t come as much of a surprise. He didn’t doubt the girls would come home without it. They were far too stubborn to let that happen.
True to his word, Isaac shifted so she could have the majority of the space to stretch out on. He glanced down at her, his grin returning back to full effect, and pushed back against the headboard. “Sorry, I had to keep the bed here as some sort of collateral to make sure you came home. Is it as good as you remember?”
There was a great deal still in her bag to show – from some souvenirs (including his scarf) to some smaller weapons and things – but Kira wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The katana was in the safest location it could be in at present, though further from her than she’d let it be since she’d brought it home in the first place, and that was the most important thing. It had cost a great deal, and Kira had a feeling that she’d never have the absolute height of her electrical abilities again, but she’d get most of it back. And it’d been worth it. If that katana could be the end of the Nogitsune, then she was glad to have done what she had. She’d do it again in a heartbeat because her friends were worth it and so much more.
“I don’t blame you. You can’t be expected to remember people who aren’t around very often. That’d be asking way too much,” she played along. “That’s it,” she agreed. “It’s actually really beautiful. I’ll show it to you when I can move again.” She hadn’t let anyone else touch it, even the girls, because she didn’t want to run the risk of it losing any of its power. It was important that it stay as potent as possible leading into this final battle.
She spread out where she lay, inhaling deeply, eyes closed. At his words, she laughed, opening her eyes to look up at him. “Even better,” she said. “I need one of these in my apartment. My bed’s not nearly as comfortable.”
“No rush. I’m sure I’ll be seeing plenty of it soon enough,” Isaac said lightly. He wasn’t sure exactly was in store. There were talks of poison, the katana, and mind-walking, and while all had been used on the show they hadn’t been used all at once. For all he knew this could go on for anywhere between a few hours to a few weeks, and while he was prepared to help, he couldn’t shake the ball of unease that was constantly in the pit of his stomach.
He dropped the subject as he felt the mattress dip slightly as Kira shifted. He had lost count of how many times they had spent on his bed doing homework or tangled up in an effort to get more sleep. It had started to become ingrained in him, so her absence over the past few days hadn’t gone unnoticed. “It’s really amazing how someone so small can take up so much room on my bed,” he teased, pulling his sketchbook away from being in danger of getting crushed under her. “Did you grow while you were away? I remember being the gangly one here, so give me back my title and maybe I’ll share my secret about how I get my bed so comfortable.”
Kira didn’t know exactly what the plan was either, but she figured they’d have to wait and see how they dealt with it on the show before deciding their course of action. So far as she could figure, they’d use the poison to weaken it, use the mind-walking to separate Stiles from the Nogitsune, and then destroy it the moment it was out of him with the katana and the various other weapons at their disposal. She could only assume that because it wasn’t so deeply connected to Stiles, it would be easy to tell the two apart. She hoped she was right in that assumption.
She couldn’t have counted how many times they’d ended up sprawled out or tangled up in this bed over the last three months of their growing friendship and connection to one another, but she knew it as a safe place. There was something comforting about the simplicity of just being in his bed with him that she couldn’t put words to. “It’s part of my power,” she responded, grinning still. “It’s very possible,” she said. “Maybe my electricity is stunting my growth.” She reached up and grabbed his arm, tugging at it to make him lay down with her.
Isaac kept reminding himself that they had one more episode left before they could act. In theory that particular episode being the finale meant that they’d get answers to some of their questions, but lately he wasn’t willing to bet his life on that. He had heard that the show was notorious for leaving loose ends, but surely something as large as ridding the nogitsune would be something they tied off. Deucalion was still god knows where - something that didn’t sit easily with this particular Isaac - but at least some of the more major plot arcs had ended by the time the seasons concluded. Hopefully this time a lot of information would be packed into the hour.
“Maybe. It’s been known to make us supernatural people act a bit weird,” he said, the wink he gave her showing her that he was just playing with her, “though I think it should stop. You’re a good Kira-height as is. Any more and you won’t be able to wear one of my sweaters as a dress. And hey, scoot over a bit. You’re about to push me off.” He shifted lower on the bed and laid down next to her, propping himself up on his side so he could still see her. Isaac knew she was tired and worn out from the trip, and the few inches between them served as a good buffer to keep him from reaching over and drawing her against him like his mind was telling him to do so he could make sure that she was still in one piece. It would be easy to do that now that she wasn’t up to her full power, but he wasn’t sure if that was something she’d even want.
“That’s one of my favorite perks of it. You other supernaturals do such funny things when you get a little jolt in you,” she teased right back. “Though, I vastly prefer the playful ones to the serious ones.” She still had regular nightmares about him being electrocuted and ending up in his coma. She so worried that in their world, she’d inadvertently been the cause of it. If their world were the show, she worried about how that would translate. She didn’t let herself dwell, knowing that it was silly to blame herself for something that so did not warrant such guilt, but she couldn’t help it. “My Kira height is a claim to fame, so I’ll try not to grow any more,” she said, grinning. She sighed dramatically at his request as though it were the end of the world, but moved over.
She looked up at him where he’d settled, observing him a moment before deciding that it wasn’t what she wanted and reaching to nudge his shoulder so that he’d lay on his back. Only once he had did she slide up against his side, turning up on hers, and settled herself beneath his arm, her head on his chest, too tired to think of trying to be a little less obvious about how she needed the comfort of his nearness. Her heart settled as she did so, calm flooding through her and her body relaxing. “Your touch of sensual amber has faded,” she said, laughing. “That’s a travesty.”
“Nothing says unexpected paralysis like a strong jolt of electricity,” Isaac hummed, actively not allowing his mind to stray to a few episodes ago. Seeing himself fall outside the hospital while running towards Kira had been something he had tried not to overanalyze when it had came on screen. While that wasn’t their world, there were parallels between the two. He had hoped that him going to her to help meant that back home they were on the same team, even if he had arrived with Allison on screen. Things weren’t exactly concrete when it came to representing his world, and with no one from that time besides Mr. Argent it was impossible to ask questions about what happened. He didn’t feel like Kira would ever intentionally hurt him and he would do his best to ensure that he didn’t turn on her, so he clung to that belief.
Isaac arched an eyebrow as Kira eyed him, obviously not completely satisfied with something. He stilled as she posed him, not exactly sure where things were going. He lifted his arm up as she pressed against him lowering it only when she had settled against him, his hand hovering above her back. He closed his eyes, focusing on his sense of smell. He had been practicing off of what Derek had taught him and the bits and pieces he had picked up from the most recent episodes regarding picking up strong emotions with a person’s scent, and now he couldn’t detect anything other than exhaustion mingling with her usual unique blends of smells. Only then did he let his hand settle and pull her closer. “It’s at an all-time low,” he chuckled, his thumb automatically tracing the curve of her hip. “You came back just in time.” He was quiet for a moment, debating if he should say what was balancing on the tip of his tongue, before adding, “I can help ease some of the aches if you want.”
Kira didn’t spend much time, usually, trying to figure out the parallels between their worlds, not beyond what was related to Stiles’ situation and how to fix it. However, there were certain times when it was unavoidable, and the fact that Isaac had been put into a coma because of electricity was something that particularly bothered her given her powers. Since Allison’s death on the show, she’d been even more concerned with figuring out what was real and what wasn’t in terms of their reality. Mostly, though, she focused on what was necessary to end this awful Nogitsune situation. She tried not to think of the rest.
At her core, Kira would forever be the zen, capable young woman she’d always been. She didn’t get emotional over much because she was so easygoing that it took a lot to rile her up. What had happened Monday had certainly been a lot for her, though, and her nerves had been so frayed for days now that she was utterly drained by this point. Her exhaustion was clouding anything else she might’ve felt, other than significant relief to be where she was. “Back to save the day, as we do,” she responded, smiling. His hand on her hip made little goosebumps appear on her skin, but it was such a comforting, lovely feeling that she didn’t think to try to shift away. Usually, she’d have refused his offer, claiming to be fine, but the ache in her muscles was really a bit oppressive, and she knew he wanted to help if he could. “Please?” she said, lifting a hand for him to take. “That would be amazing.”
“I’d expect nothing less from an Avenger in training,” Isaac hummed, taking a moment to enjoy the way she felt pressed up against him. He glanced down when he heard her blessing, slightly surprised that she had taken him up on his offer. “Absolutely. I’ll see what I can do to help.”
While the circumstances hadn’t been ideal, Isaac couldn’t say that Derek’s training hadn’t been as useless as they were portrayed on the show. He had made sure his Betas had more knowledge about what all they could do as wolves. They were better trained physically and mentally, and a few ‘special’ wolf abilities were part of their arsenal. For instance, Derek had showed them how to alleviate pain in case they were injured during the fights with the Argents and weren’t able to get back quickly. Arrow wounds from wolfsbane tipped arrows hadn’t felt so bad after Boyd had gotten his hands on Isaac, and that skill was something that he could apply here.
Isaac paused briefly, remembering the Nogitsune feeding off of Scott after he had tried to take some of his pain away, before giving himself a mental shake. This was Kira, and he didn’t want to see her hurting. He took her hand in his and grasped it tightly, focusing on drawing the tension from her body and into his. The veins in his hands darkened as he felt the aches being pulled out of her system and into his, washing over his body before dissipating as if it hadn’t been there before. He held on for a few more seconds before loosening his grip and pulling his hand away so he could make sure the coloring was returning to normal.
“It’s better than any pill, isn’t it?” he asked, dropping his hand back to his chest and taking her hand back in his, this time in a looser, normal grip.
“More like an Avenger-to-be at the moment. I’ve not yet gotten the chance to start training. But soon. Once we get our shit sorted, I’m totally going to go talk to the Captain America in charge and make it a thing,” she said, grinning. “I appreciate it.”
If she’d had to pick one skill that she really wished she’d inherited from her mother, the speedier healing would definitely have been it. Kira really didn’t get hurt all that often, comparatively, because her power made it so that anyone wishing to harm her couldn’t get close enough to do so. It was a definite perk to her electrokinesis, for sure, but sometimes being a full kitsune seemed a bit appealing.
Really, the pain she felt wasn’t all that unbearable, but it’d been lingering in her muscles for so many hours now that she would take the relief he offered. She hoped that once the pain was gone, the recharging of her batteries would happen a bit more quickly. She needed to be as charged as she could be before the end of the weekend. She closed her eyes as their hands met, feeling the aching leave her body through that joined point and exhaling a sharp breath afterwards that leveled out as her body relaxed even more, a cool easiness settling into her in place of much of the aching that had been there before.
“Amazing,” she agreed, squeezing his hand a bit where they were still joined. “Thank you, Isaac. I needed that.”
“I’m sure ours here can put in a good word for you,” Isaac assured her, “or if not his daughters can. Who would have thought babysitting for the Avengers would be a thing here, let alone using them for a good reference?” He still couldn’t get over that they ate dinner and talked about normal things with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, but it was nice to have something good and weird outside of their own world to focus on.
Isaac flexed his fingers against her side, stretching against the residual tension lingered. Taking someone’s pain meant that you felt a part of it as well, and while it wasn’t lasting, it gave you a brief look into what the other was feeling. He could feel how tired she actually was underneath the wide grin and small jokes, and hopefully taking some of that from her would allow her to bounce back quicker. He had seen his friends hurting on screen every Monday, and it felt good to finally be able to help one of them.
“Cool party trick, huh?” he downplayed, taking his free hand off her back for a brief moment so he could grab a pillow to stuff under his head. Once he was settled he wrapped her up again, not ready to let go even though he could tell that she was better than what she had been when she first got there. Her presence alone was similar to his ability to take away pain. He could feel the tension ebbing out as he held on to her, the simple bit of contact doing more to ease his unease than he would have thought it would. “I’m glad you’re back.”
Kira grinned at that. “I may ask the girls for references anyway, because can you even imagine how cute they’d be? Little crayon doodles. I need it for my scrapbook. Or I’ll hang them on the walls of my Avengers Jurassic Park showroom,” she responded. The fact that she was not only acquainted with but actually rather friendly with Avengers was beyond anything Kira could’ve ever imagined for herself. It was an amazing state to be in, and she was so overjoyed by it. Even though she could mostly keep from completely freaking out these days, it still made her feel extra excited to be where she was.
She could feel the relief still working its way through her now that he’d helped ease the tension in her muscles, and it made her feel all the more settled. It also made her feel even more tired, some of that adrenaline from before easing with the lessening of her aching.
“More than that, but definitely a worthwhile one,” she said, smiling. She was patient as he adjusted before settling even closer to him, her eyes closing as she found the most comfortable spot against him. “Me too,” she said, her words sleepy and broken by a yawn. “I missed you.”
“There are a few other things I can bust out if the party’s getting boring,” Isaac joked, playing with the ends of her hair, “and no, I’m not telling you. You’ll just have to wait and be surprised with everyone else.”
Isaac was used to waking up in a tangle of limbs with Kira. It was a well-known fact here that he slept better with others around him, and his tendency to cling to the closest person had been a running joke in conversation. Dr. Allison would most likely say it was his subconsciousness’ way of pulling people closer so they wouldn’t leave him. He agreed. Even if he didn’t remember doing so it kept his friends close so he wouldn’t lose them at night.
But now he was wide awake. He was aware of the tight grip he had on Kira and the way his leg intentionally hooked around hers to pull her closer. Isaac knew that their food would be there soon and eventually he would have to get up to pay for it, but he didn’t have to right now. Right now he was holding on to one of the people he didn’t want to leave again. A warm glow had settled in his chest when she said that she missed him as well, and he knew that it didn’t have to do with her special powers.
“I should be more offended that you apparently missed sleep more than me,” he deadpanned, “but I’ll let it slide now that you’re here.”
“Oh yeah?” Kira responded, laughing a bit. She could feel him playing with her hair, and that was almost as comforting as being against him in general. “I will prepare myself for the surprise, then. Or try to, anyway. I’m not sure you can properly prepare yourself to be surprised.”
Kira wasn’t sure what would be said about her own need to have him close. She was such an independent person by nature that it was strange to think that she didn’t function fully when she wasn’t with him, that she’d developed such a co-dependent relationship with someone. She would’ve never expected it to be Isaac Lahey either. In a strange way, though, it made sense. They fit together well.
“I can’t even put into words how uncomfortable that bed was,” she responded, poking him in the side.
“No? I thought having a limited vocabulary was my schtick, Google Queen,” Isaac said, craning his neck down to issue a slightly challenging smile at the tired girl. He still looked up words on his phone when she said something he wasn’t familiar with, and he couldn’t say that his sudden slight dedication to improving his vocabulary was for better grades. It wasn’t really his future he was working towards - it was how happy Kira looked when he got something right or said something she wasn’t expecting. It probably wasn’t the best way to approach things, and it came as no bigger surprise to anyone as it did to him.
Isaac growled slightly when Kira poked him in the side, protesting the playful gesture. It wasn’t anything major - barely an indentation even - but he was relaxed enough where sudden movements seemed more drastic than they were. “You really shouldn’t manhandle your body pillow like that.”
“My brain is sleepy, don’t judge me,” she responded, shrugging a shoulder. “I’ll write you a whole list of adjectives tomorrow to make up for it.” Kira intentionally tried to speak with words he’d find unfamiliar in an effort to help him broaden his vocabulary horizons. When he used some big words of his own, she couldn’t help but be over the moon, especially when he used them right. More than that, she found it ridiculously attractive, and she knew that was perhaps a bit odd. She couldn’t help it, though.
The growl made her lift her head and she grinned at him, resting her chin on his chest. Each blink was a little heavier than they usually were, a sign of her exhaustion. “My body pillow needs to stop being a smart-ass then.”
“Then you shouldn’t leave your body pillow,” Isaac retorted, pulling a face at her. “Everyone knows that it’s stuffed with sass and persistent pessimism.” He could see how hard it was for her to keep her eyes open, but he wasn’t ready to let her give in to sleep. He knew what he was doing was selfish. Sleep deprivation was never fun to battle and he too could feel the effects of not sleeping well the past few days, however he had missed simply talking to her like they were now. Texts and the network for great for never really losing touch, but they weren’t the same as talking in person because there was so much that wasn’t conveyed via the written word. You couldn’t see the person’s face when you made a joke or feel them actually poke you when you did something stupid.
“Ugh, my body pillow is so needy,” Kira responded, pulling a face right back. “You shouldn’t be so pessimistic, Lahey. Your face’ll stick that way, and I happen to like smiles.” She really could hardly focus on what was happening, she was so exhausted. She could tell what he was doing, though. It was equated to a pretty little puppy pawing and making sad eyes for attention from someone who’d been neglecting him. She smiled to herself, her eyes staying closed a little longer this time than before. When they blinked open again, she reached up and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh, puppy. I need a nap and you are the most comfortable,” she said.
“I can’t help that I have a natural resting bitch face,” Isaac informed her, his words contradicted by the small grin that appeared when she said that she liked to see him smiling. He didn’t care that back home they hardly interacted - they weren’t there. It had been hard for him to focus on the differences between Hawaii, home, and the show and probably would always prove to be a bit of a challenge for him, but Scott and Kira both had helped him focus on where his life was now. It wasn’t a bad life - in fact, save for a few things like Stiles being possessed by a trickster spirit with an affinity for complicated board games, it was actually a pretty decent one.
He stilled when she placed a finger against his lips. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was the first time she had been in contact with his lips. His grin widened and he reached up, taking her hand in his before he accidentally embarrassed them both. “Alright, you win. A nap’s next on the schedule, but don’t think I’ll let this go, lightning bug,” he warned her, bringing their joined hands down towards his chest.
Kira smiled as he smiled, just barely resisting the urge to lean up and actually kiss him because she was much too tired to do that much adjusting. He was so tall that it would’ve meant a bit of sliding, and she was much, much too comfortable at his side. The finger was enough, and his lips were so soft against it. She could use her imagination. Their lives here had the potential to be so amazing, she was sure. Once they got through this phase and figured out how to rescue Stiles and eliminate the danger, they’d have the whole world ahead of them.
She smiled more as he adjusted their hands again, squeezing his lightly. “I always do,” she responded. “And I’d expect nothing less.” She yawned, curling her head back to settle on his shoulder, shifting against him to tangle their legs more together and close her eyes so that she could give in and sleep a bit. “M’glad to be home,” she mumbled, not entirely coherent and certainly not realizing the very true implication in her words as she drifted into sleep.