Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
She slipped off the shirt and the skirt, and she folded the fabric neatly and put it on one of the chairs in his room. She'd become more meticulous about that kind of thing since she'd come to stay with him, because Emily shared the organizational obsession that she herself had exhibited when she was a child. She couldn't remember how many times she'd arranged Harry's room then, despite the fact that he had countless nannies and maids to do it for him.
In a bra and panties of soft blue, she climbed into his bed. She was tired too, the mental acrobatics of the antics below made her eyelids heavy and her limbs feel like weights. She pulled the blanket up, unconcerned about his fiancee, his father, or the little girl that would eventually come running and crawl into bed between them.
She just closed her eyes, and she listened, waiting for him to join her. If it was anything like Boston, she would sleep for days once she let herself give into it. Days of deep, exhausted sleep, and she wanted it very badly just then. There would be more testing after, more time to practice, but right now she just wanted to rest.
She waited for him. Or, rather, she tried, but she was asleep before his weight even touched the mattress.