"We'll have to fall asleep together," Gonou agrees, brushing kisses against Jedao's cheek and forehead as he wriggles his way down, and feels with his toes for the edge of the covers. His bed had been neatly made. At the moment, the sheets are dislodged into a messy pile at the foot, but he manages to catch them and pull them up with one foot until he can reach them with a hand and draw them the rest of the way.
He tucks them in tenderly around Jedao's shoulders, drags his pillow back from where it had been shoved against the wall, and settles in, slipping his arm back under the covers and draping it across Jedao's waist in turn.
His other arm -- from long practice at arranging himself curled up around a lover -- he frees from the tangle of their bodies and tucks, folded at the elbow to make a pillow, under Jedao's head. He runs his fingers gently into Jedao's hair, and leaves them there, possessive and solicitous at the same time.
All tucked in, relaxing at last, a hard shudder catches him by surprise and curls him forward around Jedao's body.
Jedao kisses his shoulder idly, without even opening his eyes, squeezing for a quick hug mid-embrace.
"I promise not to disappear overnight if you promise?" he offers muzzily, simple tired happiness and complicated empathy ringing softly in him like bells.
Gonou's breath goes out as if at a blow, and he squeezes back, burying his face in Jedao's hair beside his hand.
"I love you," he whispers. Jedao's laid the complicated weight in his chest bare to the light in a few sleepy words: he couldn't see it himself, and yet-- that's it, love and joy so wound up in the fear of loss that they drag it with them like a ghost at the wedding. He shivers again, considering the whole tangled mess, and then kisses Jedao's hair.
"I promise."
The fear has its hooks in him as deep as the love and the joy, and it's not so easy to let it go, but they're in each other's arms now, and he can tell himself as he closes his eye that it's all right. They've promised. They will still have each other in the morning.
"Promise," Jedao echoes, lips curving into a small smile against Gonou's skin. "Goodnight, Gonou-shei."
It's easy for him to drift off, even moreso with Gonou's warmth pressed against and around him. He sleeps deeply and wakes suddenly and early, some unconscious habit from his predecessor, but doesn't mind lingering in the bed when he does.
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"Not if I fall asleep with you first," he mumbles, nonsensical as it is playful, draping an arm around Gonou's waist.
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He tucks them in tenderly around Jedao's shoulders, drags his pillow back from where it had been shoved against the wall, and settles in, slipping his arm back under the covers and draping it across Jedao's waist in turn.
His other arm -- from long practice at arranging himself curled up around a lover -- he frees from the tangle of their bodies and tucks, folded at the elbow to make a pillow, under Jedao's head. He runs his fingers gently into Jedao's hair, and leaves them there, possessive and solicitous at the same time.
All tucked in, relaxing at last, a hard shudder catches him by surprise and curls him forward around Jedao's body.
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"I promise not to disappear overnight if you promise?" he offers muzzily, simple tired happiness and complicated empathy ringing softly in him like bells.
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"I love you," he whispers. Jedao's laid the complicated weight in his chest bare to the light in a few sleepy words: he couldn't see it himself, and yet-- that's it, love and joy so wound up in the fear of loss that they drag it with them like a ghost at the wedding. He shivers again, considering the whole tangled mess, and then kisses Jedao's hair.
"I promise."
The fear has its hooks in him as deep as the love and the joy, and it's not so easy to let it go, but they're in each other's arms now, and he can tell himself as he closes his eye that it's all right. They've promised. They will still have each other in the morning.
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It's easy for him to drift off, even moreso with Gonou's warmth pressed against and around him. He sleeps deeply and wakes suddenly and early, some unconscious habit from his predecessor, but doesn't mind lingering in the bed when he does.