Ianto tried to roll over, but noticed two things. One, that there was someone in the space where he was trying to roll over, and two, that that someone was pretty much sprawled over-top of him. Oh. And that that someone was female. As was he, apparently. Still. He lay his head back down on the pillow with a sigh. Well. It could have been worse, he
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Besides, Ianto was a damned good pillow as a woman.
Even though he was still pretty well asleep, he did move with Ianto as he shifted in bed, groaning a little before securing himself more firmly to the other. His hair had slipped partially out of the messy bun he'd adopted as an all-hours style, and some of it now lay tangled over his face.
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He could feel someone watching him, and as he slowly came to a more aware state, he knew it was Ianto - and that they were both in women's bodies, and that the other was probably finding it really kind of awkward, even after a few days like this. He'd tell Ianto not to worry when he woke up, but until then, he'd just have to deal with it.
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"Good morning," he said softly, surprising himself slightly with the sound of his voice being different than the voice he was used to, but not too much. It was day three of being female, after all. He was sort of used to it by that point. Sort of. "You awake?" he asked. Which he realized was a stupid question to ask, because if he got an answer of course Sulu was awake, but Ianto was just waking up himself, and he wasn't too quick first thing in the morning.
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Still, when he heard the question in the other person's voice, he began to come to a little; enough, at least, to make a soft sound of disapproval because he was still sleepy, damn it. He barely heard his voice as anything different from normal, and when he woke up more he'd probably be a little mortified that he was so used to being a woman.
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After a moment, Ianto spoke up again. "...c'mon, love," he said, the word slipping out before he even had a chance to let his brain catch up with his mouth, and by then it was too late. He let it slide, trying not to think too much about the fact that it'd just slipped out there in the first place. "Now I know you're just ignoring me..."
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Finally, he managed to come to some semblance of consciousness. Well - enough to open his eyes and blearily look up at Ianto. "Why," he mumbled, unable to ask the full question, why are you getting me up?
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"Sorry," he said, unable to keep from smiling a little at him. "I could leave you to sleep some more? I just...would need you to let me up, first." He quirked another little smile, nodding to indicate the fact that Sulu was pretty much sprawled on top of him, pinning him exactly where he was.
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Still, he groaned and rolled over onto his back, releasing his hold on Ianto. "I guess we really should get up..." Even if there was nothing to do, really, he didn't want to sleep in too late and ruin his schedule.
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He was sort of sad to have woken Sulu up, to have made him roll away, since now that he was up and off of him, he supposed he really would have to get up after all. "I guess so," he said, softly. He didn't much feel like it, but it was probably for the best. "We could...see what I've got downstairs for breakfast, I suppose," he said, trying to look for some sort of incentive to roust himself.
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Ianto's tone made him reach out to brush his hand over Ianto's hair, rolling his head to look at the other. It was weird to see Ianto and see the body he was in, and be able to recognize that they were one and the same. He blinked away those thoughts for now - he was too groggy to do any deep philosophical thinking here - and just smiled a little. "Sure. We could get up, go downstairs, look for food, figure out what to make, make it..."
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Ianto ran a hand through his own hair, combing his fingers through it slightly. He probably looked a bit of a mess, he gathered. He wasn't used to having long hair, after all, he'd taken to keeping it down. Not that he couldn't have done something with it. He had a sister, after all, and just because he was her brother didn't mean that she didn't rope him into things like that, especially when he was little.
"...of course," he said, after a moment. "That would mean that we'd have to actually get up to start this process going, however."
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"Or," he suggested, his tone matching Ianto's, "We could just stay in bed a little longer. It's not like we've got anything to do - definitely not like this."
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"We...could..." Ianto said, smoothly. He couldn't help it. He was flustered, and there was no point in hiding it. Sulu would see through him anyway, he was sure. It was harder to keep track of what sort of expression he had on a face that he wasn't used to. Or at least he told himself that, to feel better about the fact that he could be as easily flustered as that. "It's a definite possibility..."
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So, with a relieved grin, Sulu lay back down - of course, he was more on top of Ianto than he had been when asleep, shifting until he was fitted a bit more comfortably against Ianto's completely different figure. "I'm making it a reality. This is better than getting up, anyway." He twisted his head to look up at Ianto, even if the other wouldn't necessarily be able to look back at him. "Right?"
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Ianto wasn't exactly sure what Sulu had in mind here. Obviously, he had no problem staying in bed with the other. And with a little persuasion, he would be up for just about anything that Sulu suggested in that moment. It was just the fact that he was a woman at that moment itself that was throwing him off, so.
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