Follows thisJack had slept. He'd slept a full and good night's sleep for the first time in longer than he cared to remember. And so when he woke it was comfortable and rested
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Reinette was brought slowly to wakefulness, something that she was not alltogether familiar with. She and Charles and no desire to share a bed, and it had simply been an impossibility with Louis. As her eyes opened and came into focus, for a moment she just took Jack in -- not entirely certain he was there.
She would have imagined herself to be a selfish bedpartner, set in her ways for obvious reasons. Yet despite that they seemed to have made it through the night with no small amount of contentment. She allowed herself a long, feline stretch that was fundamentally woman.
"Hello, Jack," she murmured, forcing back any awkward awareness at awaking in the same bed. It was not as difficult as she would have imagined. She fully looked at him then, taking in his tousled hair and sleep-tinged voice.
"You listened," Reinette said with no small amount of approval. "Good."
"What?" he asked, his face scrunched up and eyes squinted. He didn't notice the irony in relation to his words and the ones she had said.
He lifted his arm from around her and rubbed the heel of his hand over his eyes and blinked a couple of times to try and will away the sleep.
He yawned and leaned his head back a little, letting it loll before forcing himself to lift it. "Time to get up," he said with something of a displeased noise.
Reinette made every attempt to smother her smile at the sight of Jack struggling into wakefulness, but she was not entirely certain how successful she was. She caught her lip with her teeth and commanded that it obey.
"Very well," she finally admitted, her smile firmly in check. "I do not even remember drifting asleep."
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She would have imagined herself to be a selfish bedpartner, set in her ways for obvious reasons. Yet despite that they seemed to have made it through the night with no small amount of contentment. She allowed herself a long, feline stretch that was fundamentally woman.
"Hello, Jack," she murmured, forcing back any awkward awareness at awaking in the same bed. It was not as difficult as she would have imagined. She fully looked at him then, taking in his tousled hair and sleep-tinged voice.
"You listened," Reinette said with no small amount of approval. "Good."
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He lifted his arm from around her and rubbed the heel of his hand over his eyes and blinked a couple of times to try and will away the sleep.
He yawned and leaned his head back a little, letting it loll before forcing himself to lift it. "Time to get up," he said with something of a displeased noise.
"Sleep well?"
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"Very well," she finally admitted, her smile firmly in check. "I do not even remember drifting asleep."
She kept to herself how rare that was.
"And you, Jack? Did you sleep well?"
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"Yeah," he said before stretching out slightly tightened muscles; straightening his legs and arching his back.
"Still want to go on a trip?" he asked, yawning. "Best get things ready."
He moved again, this time curling out his fingers and his toes. And finally he looked to her, vision sufficiently altered, and he smiled.
"You look good in the morning."
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