Necessary Moves; Closed to Abby
Becker wasn't generally one for naps, but when he'd gotten back to the room he'd been in sore need of one. And Abby had been gone -- at work -- when he got back, so he didn't have anyone to keep him company. Sure, he could've gone and bothered Wanderer or Connor, but the past month he'd preferred to spend most of his time with Abby. This was saved from being clinging and possessive of the bad kind by the fact that she preferred to spend most of her time with him, in return.
So he'd crawled into bed and promptly crashed. Not the kind of sleep where he dreamed -- or rather, the kind where he remembered it -- but the kind where one minute he was awake and the next minute he was asleep.
And then the next minute he was awake again, or maybe still dreaming, because Abby was kissing him, and it wasn't at all in the light gentle way they'd kissed since their reunion.
His half-asleep response was to wrap an arm around her and pull her close and return the kiss eagerly.
Note: Oh so very NWS, for anybody reading this now.
So he'd crawled into bed and promptly crashed. Not the kind of sleep where he dreamed -- or rather, the kind where he remembered it -- but the kind where one minute he was awake and the next minute he was asleep.
And then the next minute he was awake again, or maybe still dreaming, because Abby was kissing him, and it wasn't at all in the light gentle way they'd kissed since their reunion.
His half-asleep response was to wrap an arm around her and pull her close and return the kiss eagerly.
Note: Oh so very NWS, for anybody reading this now.