Prompt: Blood Ties - Henry/Vicki - Sleep and bedding themes (sharing a bed by necessity, autonomic arousal from proximity; watching someone sleep; dreams; nightmares; silk sheets) - He watched her sleep, his very own private angel, his Sleeping Beauty and Warrior Princess.
She knew his eyes were on her as she stirred, and past experience suggested they'd been on her for quite some time.
Henry was a steady line of warmth against her side, curled against her skin. He was breathing--he probably didn't need to, so she assumed it was for her comfort--and his chest moved, ribs pressing against her arm.
She was excruciatingly aware of her own skin.
Rolling over brought their chests into contact, his breath ghosting over her mouth; Vicki swallowed hard and kept her voice as even as she could. "What are you staring at me for?"
He lifted one languorous hand and trailed it down her cheek, skimming over her throat, down the line of her arm. Beautiful, he mouthed, and she might have flushed, something she was way too old to be doing.
"Don't get sappy on me," she said, a more intimate tone than she'd intended, the hair rising on the back of her neck as his nostrils flared and his eyes slid half closed, breathing her in. Close enough to kiss.
He seemed to content to drink in her scent, so she was the one who closed the distance. Their limbs were still tangled, her covers tucked around them, he warm and flushed. She tangled fingers in his hair as they kissed, keeping him firmly in place, and he submitted.
He rocked against her, a lazy not-quite-sated invitation, and her soft laugh melded into a low, throaty moan as he slid inside. "Greedy, aren't you?" She murmured against his mouth.
A hint of black might have flickered through his eyes, smile slow and rich and utterly pleased. "Oh, always," he agreed softly, and rolled her over.