[Erik's always been a restless sleeper. He's always suffered from nightmares, and in their grip, he tends to lose any restful sleep that he might have had. But with Charles they seem to dissipate, and he wakes up muzzily-- lifting his head, then running a hand over his stubbled jaw and looking over at his sleeping friend. He crowds closer, one cautious hand coming to rest on the other's back-- he drops his chin onto Charles' shoulder, smiling slightly.]
[ The movement wasn't enough to bring him anything close to alert and had it not been for the light placement of a hand on his back he probably could have slumbered for another hour or two. Head lifting out of the pillow, at least enough for one bleary eye to crack open and peer across at Erik. It was in early morning moments like this that he was just himself, not probing, cautious or trying to make sense of everything. Just calm, sleepy and with a glorious case of bed head. ]
Mmm? [ His eye slides back closed and for a second it looks like he'd be content to return to the land of slumber when he sucks in a long gasp of air. Finally revived with a bit of oxygen his eyes open again, head canted a little more in his direction. ] Hey.
[The smile widens, turning affectionately lopsided, and Erik cards his fingers through the unruly scruff of Charles' hair, setting it back into place somewhat. He leans forward to wrap both arms around the other's waist, dragging him closer so he can bury his nose in the crook of his friend's neck and relaxing into the warmth of him. Erik shuts his eyes against the mote-ridden beam of sunlight that's invaded the room, exhaling softly and holding Charles close-- he yawns.]
You still tired? [He says it into the other's shoulder] We don't have to be up for a while. Unless Sean decides to break more windows. [Erik yawns again, eyes opening, then closing again sleepily.]
[ Almost like a pleased cat his eyes close when fingers wedge through his hair. The feel of hands against his skin gets his attention once more, a soft laugh bubbling up as he's drawn in. Hands lowering; one sneaking up and tucking under his pillow, the other resting over one of Erik's own. Fingers spread with the tips just barely attempting to wedge between Erik's. ]
No... [ It's mostly bravado, because in the comfort of his hold it seems like Charles might be more inclined to sleep than ever. However, if Erik was awake-- he was awake. As if he didn't want to miss what time he had with the man. ] Let us hope he doesn't.
No? [He smiles against the side of Charles' neck-- fighting to keep his own eyes from slipping shut again. Erik feels like he could sleep for days, and he's not inclined to move anytime soon. He twines his fingers with his friend's, mouth pressing to his shoulder affectionately.] God, I'm going back to sleep. You don't get a choice here.
[There's a smirk there, because Charles can't move-- even if he wanted to. Erik's got both arms securely around his waist, warm chest pressed against the other's back.
He shifts, thumb running over the knuckles of Charles' hand gently.] You alright?
Well, it was kind of you to ask I suppose-- in theory. [ A lower chuckle barely rumbles up from his chest, but the humor definitely reaches his eyes. Fingers curling inward toward Erik's palm when they finally laced together. ]
I'm fine, [ He turns his head a little, attempting to peer at him over his shoulder but then gives up rolling his head back down into the pillow. ] Your warm. [ It's more an absent statement than anything else, surely not a complaint, it was almost... nice. ] I'd have figured you more a morning person. [ Though the same could be said about himself. ]
Usually I barely sleep at all. That's enough to make most people morning people, I suppose. [He smiles at the laugh that vibrates through Charles' chest, nose resting against his friend's neck. Erik presses Charles' hand gently, squeezing his fingers. He hums happily.] Hmm, well, that's good then. If you're tired, sleep. I don't know how often we're going to be able to sleep in in the coming weeks.
[Erik's arms tighten infinitesimally around Charles, but he's still smiling against the other's skin, and his eyes drift shut once again to close on the back of Charles' shoulder. His breath is warm and his arm is secure, Charles' warm back lulls him into quietness.]
Probably none, or less if they can find a way to manage it. [ He can't resist the urge to close his eyes, instead focusing on the light brush of Erik's breath. The stubborn strength of his arms and the unique smell he's almost frightened to admit he recognizes so easily as Erik. ]
[Erik shifts, smile still lingering on his face. He yawns against Charles' shoulder-- disentangling a hand to run it through the other man's hair affectionately.] 'S okay, I'll cook something. [He's a good cook, too. After years living along and on the road, he'd picked it up-- and as with everything that Erik did, he learned the skill deftly.]
[He keeps carding his fingers through Charles' hair absently, stroking it out of his friend's eyes with gentle fingers.]
[ The brush of breath that crawls along his shoulder and nears his neck actually earns a shiver. The moment fingers began to run through his hair he briefly wondered if Erik was deliberately trying to put him to sleep. If so, he was enjoying it at least. Tipping his head just slightly in the direction of his hand he smiles a bit wider. ]
You're more crafty than I give you credit for. [Erik sniggers, shifting slightly, eyes finally opening entirely. From outside the door, he's already picking up the sounds of the rest of the house beginning to wake up and move around. Raven's door opens, then shuts with a creak. He brings his hand back to lace with Charles', and he presses his nose to the other man's shoulder.]
Everyone's awake by now, I imagine. [He stifles another yawn, and hugs Charles, then starts to sit up, his own hair sticking up spectacularly.]
[ A bit of a smirk tugs the corner of his mouth upward at admission. He turns his head again when he feels the press of his nose and with that his breath again. ]
Wondering why we're not. [ He frowns just a bit, wondering how long it'd be till they were hunted out for breakfast, training, whatever it was that they needed. ] I suppose there's no choice but to get up. [ When Erik pulls away he half rolls onto his back, looking almost at one with the bed. However his content expression is broken when he catches sight of Erik's own impressive bed head and he tries desperately to suppress a small laugh. ]
[He looks down at Charles with a soft expression, placing one hand on the side of the other man's neck, he bends down to press their mouths together briefly. Erik sits up and rubs a hand over his eyes, then through his hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of its usual neatness.] I expect so. Maybe we should just call it a day off. Give everyone a break.
[Erik yawns widely and looks like he's about to lie back down, eyelids drooping.] I should get dressed and go downstairs-- [He scratches a hand over the stubble on his jaw.] --should shave too.
[ He'd probably not voice it but he rather liked it when Erik was a bit scruffy. It was more natural, made him a bit more human and less like some otherworldly being that just so happened to be stuck with them. ] Should, yes. [ He confirms and yet seems no more inclined to do as mentioned than he was minutes before. Instead he reaches upward, attempting to get a hold on Erik's wrist and tug him back down. ]
[He raises an eyebrow at Charles, but allows himself to be dragged back down without any resistance, dropping his head down onto the other man's shoulder with a snort. His arms wind back around his friend's waist and for the moment it seems any plans that remotely resembled starting the day were deferred till-- later. Erik hugs him, a rare and happy smile dragging at his mouth.] Fine, yes-- later. [The next sentence is mostly garbled because he yawns expansively.] --those teenagers need a break too.
Day off it is. [He mumbles into Charles' neck-- then pulls the duvet up over both of them, completely willing to put off any real responsibilities until lunchtime.]
[ He shifts a little from one side to the other, just enough to accommodate for Erik's body once more. Returning the small token of affection the hand that was previously under the pillow begins to thread through his friend's hair. It's surprisingly easy for him to settle into this, maybe because he knows it is one of the few mornings they'd even be able to rest like this-- or perhaps simply because it was Erik. A man to whom he's made an undeniable connection. ]
Yes the teenagers, [ He agrees, though the tone is absent and it's evident he might have agreed with most anything that saw to it they weren't getting up. ]
Hey there.
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Mmm? [ His eye slides back closed and for a second it looks like he'd be content to return to the land of slumber when he sucks in a long gasp of air. Finally revived with a bit of oxygen his eyes open again, head canted a little more in his direction. ] Hey.
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You still tired? [He says it into the other's shoulder] We don't have to be up for a while. Unless Sean decides to break more windows. [Erik yawns again, eyes opening, then closing again sleepily.]
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No... [ It's mostly bravado, because in the comfort of his hold it seems like Charles might be more inclined to sleep than ever. However, if Erik was awake-- he was awake. As if he didn't want to miss what time he had with the man. ] Let us hope he doesn't.
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[There's a smirk there, because Charles can't move-- even if he wanted to. Erik's got both arms securely around his waist, warm chest pressed against the other's back.
He shifts, thumb running over the knuckles of Charles' hand gently.] You alright?
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I'm fine, [ He turns his head a little, attempting to peer at him over his shoulder but then gives up rolling his head back down into the pillow. ] Your warm. [ It's more an absent statement than anything else, surely not a complaint, it was almost... nice. ] I'd have figured you more a morning person. [ Though the same could be said about himself. ]
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[Erik's arms tighten infinitesimally around Charles, but he's still smiling against the other's skin, and his eyes drift shut once again to close on the back of Charles' shoulder. His breath is warm and his arm is secure, Charles' warm back lulls him into quietness.]
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Fine, but when we wake up hungry I'm not cooking.
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[He keeps carding his fingers through Charles' hair absently, stroking it out of his friend's eyes with gentle fingers.]
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I had been hoping you'd say that.
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Everyone's awake by now, I imagine. [He stifles another yawn, and hugs Charles, then starts to sit up, his own hair sticking up spectacularly.]
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Wondering why we're not. [ He frowns just a bit, wondering how long it'd be till they were hunted out for breakfast, training, whatever it was that they needed. ] I suppose there's no choice but to get up. [ When Erik pulls away he half rolls onto his back, looking almost at one with the bed. However his content expression is broken when he catches sight of Erik's own impressive bed head and he tries desperately to suppress a small laugh. ]
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[Erik yawns widely and looks like he's about to lie back down, eyelids drooping.] I should get dressed and go downstairs-- [He scratches a hand over the stubble on his jaw.] --should shave too.
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Maybe later.
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Day off it is. [He mumbles into Charles' neck-- then pulls the duvet up over both of them, completely willing to put off any real responsibilities until lunchtime.]
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Yes the teenagers, [ He agrees, though the tone is absent and it's evident he might have agreed with most anything that saw to it they weren't getting up. ]
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