Manning Thorsen believes in (othala) wrote in repose,
Re: Home: Iris and Manning
With her they'd share the blanket. With him? No such lucks as they stared balefully at him and refused to budge enough for him to cover little more than leg-up-to-knee, and that was mostly only because he practically had it wedged between her calves to begin with. And with her groggy, he tucked his chin over her shoulder and stuck his tongue out at the two dogs around her legs - not that they cared.
And not that he did either once she pulled his hand up, and he had first her breath, then her lips on his knuckles. "Almost twelve thirty," he murmured, his now freed hand curling around her body, edging between her side and the mattress. "I had some time between appointments." An explanation that he likely didn't need to give, but did anyway. He kissed her nape, settled there for a second with the tip of his nose pressed into her hair. She smelled like their shampoo. (Theirs. Not solely his anymore, but it smelled softer on her.) Breathed in deep.
"Wanted to see you." He grinned, and glanced down at the dogs again. "Apparently though I need to come home more often and make sure my pups haven't outed me from my own bed and stolen all the covers that you haven't taken." His voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. "Though I expect as soon as Gertrude shows up they'll vacate grudgingly."