sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-05-30 21:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam, icene |
Apt 584, lunchtime-ish, Adam and Icene, Closed.
They'd hung on after the barbecue to help Maintenance clean up and put away a lot of things. Most of the tenants had taken their dishes back, and the excess food had been disposed of somewhere. Then they'd gathered up the collection tins, and headed back up to Adam's apartment, where instead of doing anything constructive, they'd fallen into the shower and then bed with total agreement that sleep was the thing.
Now though, some ten, eleven hours later, they were both at least half awake, and in Icene's case, already up and making coffee. She carried a tray back to the bedroom and set it down on his night stand, before clambering back into bed and snuggling up to the warmth of him, "Come on sleepyhead, I made you coffee and it's nearly lunchtime, we have to eat?"