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orsino thruston is not amused (oneandtwoand) wrote in wished,

Orsino began to frown when Penny stopped and started to mumble something about sleeping, especially since he became aware that he hand was slowly creeping up the back of his shirt. Given the fact that he'd been growing increasingly warmer these past few minutes, he was about ready to be entirely rid of the thing. Sleeping was about the last thing he wanted to do right now - he was fairly sure he could name a plethora of other options, though.

In any case, Orsino was about to try and formulate a verbal response when Penny had thrust her head up and planted on his lips what he was sure was meant to prove that she really did mean that was it for the night. Didn't mean that he wouldn't take it for all it was worth.

He finally relinquished her arm and moved his now free hand to the back of her neck (the other one was...somewhere around her ribs, maybe?), though really the motion was also to make Penny wouldn't be breaking away until he was good and ready to let her. When their lips had made contact on this one, Orsino wondered if she'd intended it to be so rough. It had a pleasant sort of urgency behind it. He didn't manage to keep himself from eventually smiling into it, at which point he thought it maybe it would be best to let go.

Moving back slightly, but not enough that he wasn't still basically pinning Penny down, Orsino sighed and blinked. His breathing had become ragged, something he didn't realize until now. As he came more to himself, he found that one of his legs had managed to entwine itself somehow against one of her, and he could feel her chest rising with her breaths.

"Sleep?" he said, face flushed, hair in a disarray. The tshirt he was wearing was twisted and pushed halfway up his back. He pulled himself up with some difficulty - his body felt heavy and useless suddenly - and rolled back into a clumsy seated position. Tugging at his shirt and running a hand through his hair, he shook his head as though to clear his mind. "Sleep. Yeah...er."

Using the floo network didn't seem wise right now, seeing as he wasn't even sure if standing was an option. It wasn't a very pleasant sensations being pulled back to reality so abruptly, and, to his knowledge, this was the first time things had ended with so little...event.