Re: Home: Iris and Manning
"Mm..." Twelve thirty. It didn't mean much to her at the moment - it could have been twelve thirty in the afternoon or in the middle of the night, only there was rarely a time when he climbed into bed so late. Not when she was already sunk well down into sleep. Plus, even with the room dim, there was too much light for it to be nighttime. Afternoon, then. And he was home between appointments - she liked when they could steal these moments in the middle of the day, just the two of them.
Eyes still closed, she smiled more, a sound caught in her throat that was a quiet little laugh. She could likely get the dogs to move if she shifted her legs enough to nudge at them with her feet, but... "They're keeping m' feet warm. Be nice..." And then, finally, she rolled her head on the pillow, turning her face toward him and tilting her chin toward where she could feel his breath against the back of her neck. He'd have to meed her part-way, but if he did, there would be a kiss for the two of them to sink into, still sleepy and slow, but deep.