Who: Kate, Oliver and Edwin Where: Kate's room When: Morning
Oliver wasn't entirely certain if he realized just how good everything smelled or how warm he was first. With his eyes still closed, he inhaled against the expanse of heated skin that was probably a strip of bare neck or shoulder, smelling remnants of the woodsmoke and warmth, and Edwin. He was on his side, and judging from the knee tucked between his thighs and the breath skating on his shoulder, his nest companion was positioned similarly. He sighed and burrowed slightly, his entire body shifting to sense where exactly they were pressed together, and from the pressure that responded he easily ascertained the answer to that was everywhere. It took effort, and the recollection that they were guests, not to spend more than a second or two trying to decide how he could take advantage of that. Instead, he lightly squeezed the arm that was tucked over Edwin's side and burrowed under the fabric of the man's shirt at his back, until their chests bumped closer.
When he relaxed and opened his eyes, he was confused by the dark, warm air that surrounded him. Something in him told him it was morning, and that there should be light, and for a moment he wanted to groan at the thought of being locked in the house again with all the windows secured. Light static sparked against the short strands of his hair as his head moved, and he realized that the pair of them were loosely covered from head to toe. Somehow they'd managed to get tangled in and under the mountain of blankets and cushions that had comprised their "fort" from the night before. He could feel the floor under him, and knew that if he moved extensively he'd be stiff, and probably still asleep in a few extremities, but for the moment he didn't give a shit. Disentangling himself from the blankets and Edwin without waking the man turned out to be more of a chore than he'd thought and he could feel Edwin stirring even as the lick of cooler air made him want to dive right back into their nest again.
"Sorry, darlin'," he murmured sleepily as he leaned over Edwin's exposed face, doing his best to carefully tuck him back in again before running a hand over the expanse of blanket-covered back. "You go on and sleep." He glanced toward the fire to see about coaxing the flames back to life only to see that it was crackling along just fine, and Kate was awake and knitting on the couch. He smiled as he straightened his bed clothes, stifling a yawn as he spoke in the same quiet tone he'd used on Edwin. They didn't all have to be awake. "Mornin', sunshine. You been up long?"