Tuesday night

[keira_nightly]

[That night.]Keira's belly hurts from laughing, her throat hoarse and her mouth set in a permanent grin when she clambers out of Paul's car onto the drive of her building. Nic is usually fairly adept at convincing him to drive them to and from places if neither of them feel like being particularly responsible, and that's most of the time

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[billboyd]

It's funny how sex and laughter can feel almost the same, sometimes. Not physically or anything, but... it's an affirmation, isn't it? An affirmation of life. He listens to her giggling against his chest and chuckles softly in response, her hair tickling at his lips, and when he uncurls his fingers to slide them away from her, she squirms madly for a moment, giggling even harder, as though he's ticling her. He snorts softly before she shifts upward a bit so he can retrieve his hand, and then drops heavily back onto him, making him 'oof.'

For a time, they just lay there, and it feels good to cradle her half atop him with his arms comfortably around her and listen to her occasional outburst of merriment (and merriment is just what it is, not amusement, but just happiness, and knowing that fosters the same thing in him, warm and unfamiliar in his chest).

"Mmm," she says finally, and shifts and stretches, still half laying on him.

"You're lovely," he says, smiling, and her eyes open, wide and startled and pleased. "I don't think to say it, but you are." She smiles -- breathtaking -- slow and real, and he smiles back.

Then he shifts her off of him and staggers to his feet, his knees feeling uncertain and possibly too wobbly to support his weight.

She looks at him from where she's sprawled -- apparently too sated or exhausted or something to actually shift from where she'd landed when he'd rolled her off of him -- on brow slowly arching into a question. "Where do you think you're going?" she demands, but there is laughter lurking in her voice and in her eyes.

He takes a couple of experimental steps toward the door, and finds himself only a little unsteady on his feet. "I'm off to get your bloody cheesecake," he growls, and hides his smile as she dissolves into more giggles.