#heehoo subtle caracterization go brrrrr

[randomperson339]

something, somewhere

Xernalia groans, slinking up to Thomas, who's currently reading a book on the couch.

"Yes love?" Thomas casually asked. She responds by walking behind him, hunching over to have her head next to his.

"sure." Thomas answered. She wraps the her arms around him, burying her head into his neck. He continued to hold his book in one hand, but scratched her chin just in the way she liked it in the other.

"Bad day at work?" He asked, letting her melt onto him.

"No words... only touch." She didn't directly answer.

He continued his efforts, gently pressuring her chin so she purred into his nape. They continued like this, but as Xeranlia increasingly weighs on him, she becomes increasingly top-heavy. That meant if she didn't move-

She just sloppily slid down into his lap, completely losing his place. Not that he was actually reading it, mind you, but it was an inconvenience.

She quickly scampered into a comfortable position, languishing across the couch, comfortably using his lap as a pillow. He started to give her an impromptu one-handed massage, while feeling around for whatever he could use as a bookmark.

Finding one, he put the book down and started truly working on her back. It was hard to really get those last knots out, but it helped that she was lying so still...

too still to be awake. Gradually, Thomas stopped using as much force until he was merely lightly caressing her back.

He grabbed a nearby pillow, gently placing it underneath her head... then moved a leg out from under her. His other leg slowly trailed behind his first. After his lap was freed from the tyranny of head, he went off somewhere.

Xernalia groggily woke up, no longer supported by the thighs of her hubby. There was a pillow... but no more cuddles.

"Hey, come here." Thomas invited her.

He had used the time spent away from her to construct a little nest between the front of the couch and the opposite wall. Made of all the pillows in the house (except the one she was using) and every blanket she thought they owned, it perfectly complimented how he layed side-down on it.

He had put on a loose bathrobe, leaving his chest exposed between the sloppy fabric. The setting sun gently highlighted his prone form, while he lazily held his head in his hand.

Xernalia wanted to touch so bad, but there was a book directly in between them. She knew she wouldn't hear the end of it if she interrupted his reading twice in one night- even if he was currently only looking straight at her.

She got up, walked around the book then fell on top of lover, knocking the wind out of him. She snaked her arms around his torso, and pushed her leg in between his.

She knew what this nest meant- they weren't going to their traditional bed anytime soon, and this was going to be how they were going to sleep.

As she gently hugged him close, he returned her gesture. She was perfectly happy with this arrangement. And Thomas's mighty hug seemed to indicated he didn't have any problems either.

...and she was already asleep.