Amelia snorted and shook her head. "You're wearing a safari hat. And posing. No one looks awesome like that. At least you don't have those horrible muggle half-trousers or whatever. Shorts? Is that what they call them?"
She groaned when he kicked her cot. "Bullshit, you were going to leave without me before I laughed. Look at you- you're already packed." She nodded to the camera and pulled the blanket up closer around her chest.
"I'll go with you after Elevenses, until then there is a hunk waiting in my dreams," she rolled over and breathed deeply the scent on her pillow. Oh fuck. That hunk was- She blushed but didn't turn around- she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it or answer the questions that would come along with it.
She did laugh, without opening her mouth so it sounded low and sleepy, at his words though. "Let me. You want me bad, you know it. Just dreaming of tonight aren'tcha?" It was just teasing but sometimes she wondered. She'd woken up with his arm around her in the middle of the night (the desert had strange noises) and she had certainly felt him this morning. But she was pretty sure that was just.. normal. She'd heard Dev mention it before.