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[kiiecarrera]

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?" - i think we both know why i'm here.

prompts / @barrykeoghcn

It only takes her a half second to figure out that she isn’t in her own apartment. The mattress beneath her is softer than hers and the blanket draped across her body is lighter than the heavy one she is used to. It only takes her another half a second to piece things together, the memories from the night before to slowly come back to her and remind her where she is. They’d gone on a date — a real date. The first of what she can only hope is many, after having been such a long time coming. Months of build up and anticipation, a game of Will They, Won’t They finally ending with her hand in his as they ate halfway decent pizza and enjoyed each other’s company. They had gone on their first date less than twelve hours ago and now she’s waking up in his bed and maybe if it was anyone else, Makkari would be a little embarrassed about her lack of self control but she isn’t.

Because it isn’t anyone else — it’s Druig, who she has been head over heels for practically since the moment they met. Who fixes her sink for her at three in the morning. Who smooths her hair back for her when everything feels too fast and too much, keeping her grounded when she wants to spin out of orbit. Who looks at her in a way that she doesn’t even have a name for, but it makes her feel like she’s the only one in the room every time. That’s who she is waking up to now, and Makkari isn’t embarrassed at all — only, maybe, that it had taken so long for them to get here in the first place.

But the restless feeling in her body makes itself known, the urge to move around causing her to shift in an attempt to get comfortable again before giving up momentarily. She blinks slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the little bit of light that slants through the curtains. Everything feels calm and still and Makkari can only assume that it is still early enough in the morning that neither of his roommates have ventured out of their own bed yet. Beside her, Druig stays asleep despite the way she had been wiggling only a few seconds earlier. She pulls her arms from the sheets, moving so one of her hands rests on the side of his face gently and she can’t help the silent laugh that shakes her shoulders at the faint smear of lipstick on his chin. Her thumb strokes against it gently and her chest aches at the way that, even in his sleep, he seems to lean into the touch, seeking it out as she pulls her hand away.

From the corner of her eye she sees her phone flashing, a bright light blinking three times catching her attention and she reluctantly untangles herself from Druig’s embrace. It only takes her a half second to cross the room, plucking her phone from the desk where she had tossed it the night before and unlocking it while pulling one of Druig’s t-shirts over the top of her head. The screen lights up to a plethora of text messages and Makkari rolls her eyes, clearing all of the notifications except for one from Thena, who had simply texted to let check in and make sure that she was okay. She crosses the room again, sitting back on the edge of the bed and typing out a quick reply, exchanging messages for a few moments with her best friend slash roommate. She’d been so concentrated on that, that she hadn’t felt the bed dip behind her as Druig stirred awake. She practically jumps off the bed at the feeling of his hand on her back, startled at the sudden feeling. She can see his shoulders shaking with a laugh as she turns to look at him again, a hand coming to rest on her racing heart dramatically.

“You scared me,” she signs, shooting him an accusatory look and he lifts his hands in mock surrender and apologises in return. But then there’s something else in his eyes, beneath the amusement at her jumpy nature Makkari doesn’t miss the glint of vulnerability and questioning though she can’t fathom why — until his hands are moving, and she begins to put two and two together.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?”

Makkari’s lips twitch up into a small smile, her fingers snapping together as she signs “No” swiftly, trying to squash that idea before it has a chance to plant itself any further in his mind. “I’m not going anywhere — not unless you want me to?” And now it’s Druig’s turn to give her a look that makes her realize how stupid of a thing that was to even think, and her cheeks flush just slightly. “I was just telling Thena where I am. She texted me a couple times last night,” she explains, holding the phone up for emphasis before dropping it back on his bedside table. He nods, seemingly placated by her answer and reaches his hands out for her in a way that makes her laugh, fingers delicately moving to spell out the word ‘needy’ teasingly.

Druig appears unbothered by it, his hands clasping around her waist and pulling her back down to lay beside him again, blanket tucked up around them. His eyes are half closed and sleepy and Makkari takes a second to admire how he looks right now — the genuine happiness and peace that radiates off of him makes her own heart feel so full that she can’t understand how it hasn’t burst. It’s nice, she thinks, and she lets her eyes linger long enough to commit the sight to memory. I love you, I love you, I love you — the thought dances around her mind, fingers twitching with the desire to say it but it’s too soon. Makkari knows it’s too soon even if she knows it to be true and he busies her hands with tracing the length of his spine instead.

“It’s early,” he signs and Makkari nods in response. One of his hands smooths over her hair, down to the back of her neck where his thumb runs across the skin gently, a trail of goosebumps left in its wake. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

His arms come to wrap around her again, pulling her in flush against his chest and the feeling of one of his hands twisting in her curls has Makkari practically melting against him. She settles herself there, her cheek pressed against his chest where she can feel the faint thump of his heart and a soft sigh leaves her when his lips press against the crown of her head gently. Druig falls asleep first and Makkari wonders if he had even fully come back to consciousness at all in the first place with how quickly his breathing had evened out again. But it only takes a few moments for her to follow suit, eyes fluttering shut and letting sleep consume her again.