Post-prom.

[blenderteen]

Eiko awoke slowly, on the mattress in the cabin. It was early, yes, but for her rather late to awaken. Curled up, skin to skin, with Isis, she decided that perhaps, yes, today, it would be okay to wake up late.

She closed her eyes, and emptied her mind, just listening to the world wake up as Isis slept.

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[oppositionwalks]

Curled up skin to skin, in total contact with one another. Isis sleeps peacefully after having such a big and fun time. Both during, and after said prom.

That's a very pleased expression on her face, even if sleeping. Although she's used to keeping a schedule fairly close to Eiko's, perhaps, yes. Today is a good day to sleep in. The quiet sound of Isis breathing--aside from the ambiant outside noise--is all Eiko listens to for the longest time.

Until, eventually, a soft groan escapes her, and she stretches with a soft, pleased sound, "Mmmmhello there." She says lazily, smiling at Eiko with lidded eyes.

[blenderteen]

Eiko kisses Isis, making it last, then says against her lips, "hello. good morning." Then she kisses again.

When she finally breaks the kiss, she says, "I am ridiculously late waking up, and do not care. Who makes breakfast? Or should we find somewhere to go once we get dressed?"

The cabin is, at this time of morning even still, a bit chilly, and they're underneath a heavy comforter. Their clothes are, however, properly put away. This time, at least, things were planned.

[oppositionwalks]

She mms into the kiss, arms lazily slipping around the young Japanese woman and holding her close and tightly while it does last. Both times, in fact.

"We are waking up later, aren't we?" She murmurs a bit, glancing to the window and noting the light. "I'm not terribly sure which we should do-" She adds the next quietly, "-I'm not exactly inclined to get dressed quite yet, though."

A heavy comforter with each-others' warmth and contact. Both things she loves about this, just two things she loves about this. And just waking up, she's not motivated to leave it yet--especially after what all last night and the prom were. "Oh, gods, that was so fun" She murmurs, "We need to do things like that more often."

[blenderteen]

"We should. Perhaps I should use some of my contacts to get us into clubs in New York." She presses up against Isis. "I have a job there in a few days, some artist who hops with his hips."

Sometimes she misses cultural things.

She strokes the other woman's hair. "Do you want me to run and get something? Or go to the diner? When we feel like dressing, that is." She nuzzles Isis's throat, which she knows makes her make such pleasant noises.