sleep here tonight.

[candlejack]

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[howaverage]

[ Like a completely normal person, in bed, curled under the blankets comfortably. She usually wakes up pretty early, but, uh, yeah. She's a bit tired from last night.

And we'll leave it at that. ]

[typeright]

( She can't imagine why.

Jules will just be being the big spoon, here, snuggling against Em's back and draping her arm around her waist. You say it's impossible to scoot any closer?

CHALLENGE

ACCEPTED

Also kissing Em's shoulder, hay gurl )

[howaverage]

[ Nnnnooo, of course she doesn't.

Em mumbles something - probably along the lines of "five more minutes" - and leans back against Jules, one arm under her head, the other draped over the one around her waist. ]

[typeright]

( The picture of innocence. )

We have to get up eventually.

( Not that she sounds even remotely enthusiastic about the idea. In fact, she's squeezing Em a bit. )

[howaverage]

[ She doesn't answer right away, clearly still half-asleep with her soft breathing. ]

Okay. [ A long pause, trying to cling to that sleepy feeling, which is warm and comfortable. ] In a bit.

[ Spooning herself against Jules, using her hand under her head to tug up the covers. ]

[typeright]

Mm. ( Just pressing a couple of kisses to Em's shoulder, and then her neck. That would be a teasing bite. ) Stay here. I'll get breakfast.

( SHE IS GOING TO MAKE THIS NICE FOR HER GIRL, DAMN IT. So, just shifting a bit, going to try and slide out of the bed without causing too much disturbance to le tinyfrench. )

[howaverage]

[ She sighs happily because that does feel nice, but she isn't making any moves to get out of bed. As Jules slips out of bed, though, she chimes in: ] Don't burn the kitchen. [ She snuggles move into the covers. ] And put some clothes on. [ Kind of sleepily, as if that's on autopilot.

But she isn't very concerned about making sure Jules does that, because she's too busy getting comfortable under the covers. ]

[typeright]

I'll manage. ( And she is indeed putting on clothes. More clothes than she'd normally bother with for a trip to the kitchen, actually. Shoes, too. Then just a kiss to Em's temple, and she's going to sneak out the door.

And downstairs.

... And to the bakery on the corner to get chocolate croissants and cappuccinos to go because she can't cook.

So here she is about ten minutes later - SHE RAN - trotting back upstairs to bring her girl fancy delicious things, aw. )

[howaverage]

[ Em makes a soft sound at the kiss and it doesn't take long for her to drift back to sleep, scooting a bit closer to where Jules had been sleeping. Warmmmm.

And, oh, Jules. So much work to get breakfast. Em would laugh if she wasn't asleep. And if that wasn't so very sweet.

But mostly sleeping. ]

[typeright]

( Tra la la setting up a little table, grabbing a towel and putting it over it, setting up coffee and pastries and uhhh putting daisies around it like decorations.

She's a romantic, so shoot her. Now she's going to lean over and kiss Em, lightly. And then again. She's going to keep kissing her until she wakes up a little bit more. ) Em.

[howaverage]

[ OH GOD, FIVE MINUTES IN AND IT'S ALREADY DISGUSTINGLY SWEET... ]

[ At first, she doesn't really react, eyes closed, but eventually she's pressing little kisses back. ] Hmm. [ Not opening her eyes at all, though. ] Five more minutes? [ Scooting closer to Jules. ]

[typeright]

( /LOGS INTO RICHARD, RUINS IT )

( Laughing a little, she brushes Em's hair back. ) It'll get cold. Come on, you can go back to sleep afterwards.

( Sitting on the bed, now, and putting the table over. )

[howaverage]

No, I can't. [ Pouting a bit. She can never go to sleep after breakfast.

But she gives in eventually, yawning and stretching and rubbing her eyes, before making a sound of contentment. Wrapping a sheet around her, she sits up and little and leans her cheek against Jules' shoulder, smiling a bit at her. ]

Good morning.

[typeright]

Good morning, sleepyhead. ( Annnd look at this, she's grabbing Em's coffee and handing it over first of all. ) There you go.

( Just going to slide off her coat and toss it over the end of the bed. )

[howaverage]

[ Comparatively, Em really feels under dressed. Really, really under dressed. Of course, that might be because she's naked, but hey.

She takes the offered cup and kisses her cheek, then leaning back a bit so that Jules can pull off her coat, sipping her cappuccino quietly. She eyes the table with the pastries, smiles a bit. Amazing how she managed to sneak in and out just to get them breakfast. Jules is so sweet, gosh. ]

What did you get? [ Leaning her head back on her shoulder as soon as she can. ]

[typeright]

Croissants. Chocolate and plain and almond, I wasn't sure which you'd like more.

( She tilts her head at the pastries, tearing a bit off the almond one, one hand bringing it over to Em and the other underneath it to catch any crumbs. )

This is okay, right? I thought it was more than likely preferable to burning down the house, or some such.