12.Apr.19, 11:50 PM
As Val sat up, creaking like an old weaver the whole way, Indivara smirked to herself, her fingers moving from his hair to play gently over his shoulders in a faux massage; Indivara didn’t know how to actually massage and had no true desire to learn, she just enjoyed touching her mate and he never actively complained when she poked and prodded at his tight muscles so she never thought to stop or change her ways. “Late,” her smile was in her voice and Indivara leaned forward to press a kiss to the nape of Val’s neck. “About midday, I think.” She didn’t care enough to look outside and see, but the image she’d shared with Venseth had shown the sun was high in the sky.
“You should read those in bed,” she said, her amusement back once more. “At least then when you fall asleep you’ll be somewhat comfortable.” Plus she would have her bedmate back to cling to. Sometimes Indivara enjoyed having the bed to herself, so she could spread out and claim all the mattress and snuggle into the blankets. But mostly she enjoyed gluing herself to Val so he could keep her warm. How he felt about it all, was, of course, moot, especially since if he didn’t like it, he would have kicked her out many turns ago.
“What has you so enthralled this time, anyway?” Not really waiting for an answer, Indivara picked up one of the sheets and frowned at it, not bothering to read enough to get a good idea of what the document was crapping on about, but enough to get a good gist of why Val had fallen asleep while doing whatever he was doing with it. “Faranth. They should give this shit to the crèche workers. Put the brats to sleep.” Or the workers. Either way, someone would be sleeping!
“You should read those in bed,” she said, her amusement back once more. “At least then when you fall asleep you’ll be somewhat comfortable.” Plus she would have her bedmate back to cling to. Sometimes Indivara enjoyed having the bed to herself, so she could spread out and claim all the mattress and snuggle into the blankets. But mostly she enjoyed gluing herself to Val so he could keep her warm. How he felt about it all, was, of course, moot, especially since if he didn’t like it, he would have kicked her out many turns ago.
“What has you so enthralled this time, anyway?” Not really waiting for an answer, Indivara picked up one of the sheets and frowned at it, not bothering to read enough to get a good idea of what the document was crapping on about, but enough to get a good gist of why Val had fallen asleep while doing whatever he was doing with it. “Faranth. They should give this shit to the crèche workers. Put the brats to sleep.” Or the workers. Either way, someone would be sleeping!