Movie nights have become something of a Thing, and this isn't the first one that's ended in Ava sprawled across him on the couch. She doesn't sleep well or for more than a couple of hours at a stretch, as a rule, unless she's sick or otherwise laid up--
Or there's a movie marathon on in Neverland.
Tonight it's all about action and explosions. She might be the only person on the planet who can sleep through all that racket on a big screen TV. But Josh is very solid and very warm, and she's... not inclined to move anytime soon.
Josh is fairly well used to ending up as someone's mattress on movie nights, it's not like most people are up for him sprawling on them, after all. Though with Dwayne around that's not always the case anymore. Still, tonight he ended up curled in one corner of the couch with Ava draped across him, and by the time the movie ended she was out cold and he was too tired and comfortable to care about waking her up.
So there they stayed as everyone else wandered off to bed, and not long after the room went dark and quiet he closed his own eyes and drifted off as well.
She's not a restless sleeper by nature; once she finds a position she's comfortable in, she usually stays there. But her dreams are filled with explosions and the room's cold. She shifts, tucking her hands under his shirt to keep her fingers from freezing, and burrows her bare feet between the couch cushions and the back.
All that shifting can't be good for her 'mattress'. Sorry, Josh.
He doesn't seem to particularly mind it, just shifts a little to accommodate her change in position and drapes a heavy arm around her with a quiet murmur.
Big heavy arms make good blankets, or are at least useful for keeping warm. Particularly when you're just wearing jeans and a long-sleeved tee. Ava sighs softly and curls in on him a little more, cold hands hiding under his shirt and cold nose turned in against his neck. So should've grabbed a blanket before she got all comfortable on the fairy moose. But hey, it could be worse -- at least she doesn't drool?
She's just a warm, soft weight against him, not enough to be even remotely uncomfortable. If anything it's comfortable; it's been a long time since he actually slept with someone else like this, and even fully clothed and sprawled on the couch his subconscious is more than happy with the state of affairs...though he does murmur a sleepily incoherent protest at a cold nose being pressed to his neck. Mustard, on the other hand, gets a large hand splayed over his face as he's pushed gently away; puppy wet willies are not on the agenda, but Josh doesn't actually wake up for any of it.
Sleep isn't something she's been getting a lot of lately and she's never slept particularly well; too much adrenaline, too much energy. But lately it's been worse than usual. Outside of movie nights, Ava can't remember the last time she slept with someone, fully clothed or otherwise -- where 'slept' actually means slept and isn't code for something else. It requires a level of trust and intimacy she doesn't give most people, that she's apparently comfortable enough to do it with him says a lot.
She might be sorry about the cold nose if his neck weren't warm and didn't smell good. But it is and it does and she's not. She's also not moving. Even when Mustard decides to try a different tack when he gets nowhere with 'Dad', and climbs up to slobber on her instead.
"Warner..." Ava groans, mumbling against his neck, "...make him stop."
He shifts a bit restlessly beneath her, not uncomfortable, per se, just... yeah, restless as hands shift against his skin, cool but warming on his belly. The hand on her back smooths absently down a little, splayed wide over almost the entire expanse of the small of her back.
"Stop what?" he asks blearily, eyes still closed and just barely starting to come awake. He shifts again, head rolling slightly at the warm brush of lips on his skin and hips not quite rolling up into the warm, soft press of Ava's weight over him.
His hand tickles as it slips lower to rest in the dip of her spine and Ava squirms under the weight of it, hips shifting over him to unconsciously press down in response as she feels the slight roll of his hips against her lower body.
"Licking me," she mutters, nose still burrowed into the warmth of his neck and hot breath rushing over his skin. She's not fully awake, but not exactly asleep anymore either, still in that blissful dreamy state somewhere between the two.
Josh's breath escapes on a quiet gasp and his hips press up again, more intent behind the movement this time, even if it's not conscious intent. "Not lickin' you," he mumbles in protest, hand still on her back holding her in place.
It's... kind of a good thing everyone else went to bed. Because that? Yeah, not helping at all. Her body doesn't know the difference between conscious and unconscious intent, and it doesn't care. Stimulus and response.
Her hips press in again -- a little more firmly, more insistent, back arching just enough to flatten her against his chest as she exhales in a soft moan. "Mmmm... not you--" Her lips move more deliberately against his neck. "--Mustard."
The big had against her back suddenly stills, as does everything else as their relative positions--and just what they're doing--registers. And then he's moving, pushing up on the sofa and tumbler her (still carefully) down on the cushion next to him as he flushes and scrabbles to pull a pillow into his lap.
"Shit! I'm... jesus... I didn't mean... crap." He's wide-eyed and so painfully obviously embarrassed, and he looks very much like... well, a moose in headlights as he looks down at her, because he's way too damn big to be a deer.
She's not faring any better, really. It takes Ava a few moments to catch up to what's happening as she goes from sprawled to sitting so fast she almost falls off the couch. The room's dark enough to hide the way his face flushes, but it's hard (no pun intended) to miss the significant bulge in his lap as he races to pull a pillow over it.
...And he's not the only one with a 'problem'. Ava glances down and mutters a curse, folding her arms hastily over her chest; the fact that she's cold again without his body heat isn't exactly helping.
"I-- um..." She worries at her bottom lip and forces her eyes to stay focused on his face. Well. This isn't awkward much.
He's blushing bright enough it feels like he should be lighting up the room. And you'd think the blood flow it takes for that would be doing something about his... problem, but it's not. At all. Which is just making this that much worse.
"I am... so sorry, Ava," he chokes out, not actually looking at her at all as Mustard, confused by everyone being suddenly awake, wiggles his way into her lap and starts trying to lick her face.
Ava's never been particularly shy when it comes to men and sex; most other guys, she'd probably ask if they should move this party off the couch. (Not everyone in Oz is that inconsiderate.) But Josh isn't most other guys--
Annnnnd can't even look at her right now, fuck her life. No, Ava... 'I'm not' is not a good response here.
She pacifies Mustard with a hand instead, proud of herself for managing to keep her eyes from drifting to the pillow in Josh's lap. "Don't be." ...And then she says that. Jesus H. Christ. "Uh, I mean-- my fault, shouldn't have been... sprawling."
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Or there's a movie marathon on in Neverland.
Tonight it's all about action and explosions. She might be the only person on the planet who can sleep through all that racket on a big screen TV. But Josh is very solid and very warm, and she's... not inclined to move anytime soon.
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So there they stayed as everyone else wandered off to bed, and not long after the room went dark and quiet he closed his own eyes and drifted off as well.
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All that shifting can't be good for her 'mattress'. Sorry, Josh.
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...Mustard might be licking him, though.
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She might be sorry about the cold nose if his neck weren't warm and didn't smell good. But it is and it does and she's not. She's also not moving. Even when Mustard decides to try a different tack when he gets nowhere with 'Dad', and climbs up to slobber on her instead.
"Warner..." Ava groans, mumbling against his neck, "...make him stop."
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"Stop what?" he asks blearily, eyes still closed and just barely starting to come awake. He shifts again, head rolling slightly at the warm brush of lips on his skin and hips not quite rolling up into the warm, soft press of Ava's weight over him.
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"Licking me," she mutters, nose still burrowed into the warmth of his neck and hot breath rushing over his skin. She's not fully awake, but not exactly asleep anymore either, still in that blissful dreamy state somewhere between the two.
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Her hips press in again -- a little more firmly, more insistent, back arching just enough to flatten her against his chest as she exhales in a soft moan. "Mmmm... not you--" Her lips move more deliberately against his neck. "--Mustard."
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"Shit! I'm... jesus... I didn't mean... crap." He's wide-eyed and so painfully obviously embarrassed, and he looks very much like... well, a moose in headlights as he looks down at her, because he's way too damn big to be a deer.
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...And he's not the only one with a 'problem'. Ava glances down and mutters a curse, folding her arms hastily over her chest; the fact that she's cold again without his body heat isn't exactly helping.
"I-- um..." She worries at her bottom lip and forces her eyes to stay focused on his face. Well. This isn't awkward much.
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"I am... so sorry, Ava," he chokes out, not actually looking at her at all as Mustard, confused by everyone being suddenly awake, wiggles his way into her lap and starts trying to lick her face.
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Annnnnd can't even look at her right now, fuck her life. No, Ava... 'I'm not' is not a good response here.
She pacifies Mustard with a hand instead, proud of herself for managing to keep her eyes from drifting to the pillow in Josh's lap. "Don't be." ...And then she says that. Jesus H. Christ. "Uh, I mean-- my fault, shouldn't have been... sprawling."
Just... shoot her now. Really.
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