It was almost obscene, the ease with which they slid back into the comfortable spaces. For all that had happened, there should have at least been a leg that didn't know what to do with itself, or a few awkward minutes of squirming about until they re-discovered where it was they fit against eachother. But there they were, tucked neatly together as though hadn't been sleeping in seperate beds for months. And, silly as it was, and as strong as her uncertainty for where their relationship was ultimately headed might have been, Heidi had to admit, she had missed leeching Nathan's body warmth. If they weren't reconciled by winter, as dismally likely that they wouldn't be, she was probably going to freeze.
Heidi worked her hand from between their bodies, and reached up to tweak the tip of his nose lightly between her thumb and forefinger. She was never sure which side of his family he'd gotten it from--Angela's was too pointy and Arthur's was too Roman--but she was always glad that it set him apart. It wasn't The Petrelli Jaw or The Petrelli Brow, it was one-hundred percent Nathan. A happy genetic circumstance.
"Go back to sleep, Nathan." Her voice was quiet, pitched not to drift beyond the bed. He'd stopped mumbling, but she could tell he was still awake; if only slightly. She slipped her hand between his face and the pillow, turning it slightly so he wouldn't end up with a crick in his neck, and she could press her lips against his; light and long.