42 Blueberry Hill, Monday Late Morning, Phoebe's Room

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe opened her eyes Monday morning and made a frowny face.

"No classes today," she mumbled, pulling the covers over her head and snuggling closer to the warm body in her bed. "Make the light go away," she said, poking lightly at the nearest body part.

[[OOC: For the occupant who hasn't let her out of his sight...]]

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[beenthroughthat]

Sam grunted and wrapped his arm more closely around Phoebe. "Hey, just 'cause the stitches are out now doesn't mean you can just go poking at that, babe. Poke a little lower and you might tempt me to do something t'occupy the time since you don't have . . ."

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Classes? What?"

[sleepswthdemons]

"No classes this week. Fall break." Phoebe opened her eyes and grinned at him.

"Morning Anders."

[beenthroughthat]

Oh, right. She was supposed to start teaching soon, wasn't she?

"Morning, babe," Sam said, a little surprised at her cheerfulness this morning but not arguing with it. It made her look younger, somehow . . . a lot younger. Weird, he thought, but leaned over to kiss her.

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe kissed him, running her uncasted had through his hair.

"Okay, next time I come up with a new cheer routine that includes me jumping off of fomething, I'm making sure one of you are there to catch me. A broken wrist sucks alot."