Comments | decoder_rings: Room 403, Saturday Morning

decoder_rings

Room 403, Saturday Morning

Apr 11, 2009 11:09

Last night had been the dance and, amazingly, it had turned out really, really well. He should have been taking a date to all of these things. Probably the same date he'd taken last night. Whatever, he was slow. After the dance (and with the effects of some good spiked punch in both of them), there had been some even more fun after prom ( Read more... )

so there's this person: kendal, so there's this person: angela, a lot of plot: au kids, here and there: room 403, important events: drunken shenanigans

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flashesforinfo April 11 2009, 15:35:34 UTC

Oh, yes, sleep. Angela was happily, oh so happily, curled up against him (and half on him, if we're quite honest). She'd rather not be doing anything like moving, except maybe in the vaguest sense of snuggling a little closer with a hum of dozy contentment.

... Yeah. Okay, there was a little of that.

decoder_rings April 11 2009, 15:48:46 UTC

It wasn't like she was going to hear a protest from him about the snuggling or the hum. Mostly because he did sleep like the dead (but not the undead) and was still mostly out of it. He knew he was warm and he had a nice person shaped blanket but everything else was just hazy contentment.

His favorite kind of day, oh yes.

flashesforinfo April 11 2009, 15:55:39 UTC

Weekends were made for this. Even she would agree on that.

Waking up was a slow process today, but she was awake enough (just) to press a light kiss against his shoulder.

decoder_rings April 11 2009, 16:09:21 UTC

Hannibal shifted a bit closer to her at that, still not even close to awake but enough to try and tuck in closer to her. He really needed to work on being a morning person.

Especially this morning. Ah, foreshadowing.

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