Tomorrow, if she came too close without Alastor closing that space first, he might balk inside, deftly side step her and avoid it. Now, he was too loose and fuzzy and unburdened to think it anything other than curious, the way his body sloped to one side and then the other on the unsteady mattress as it shifted back and forth with Lotte's weight.
He laughed again when she pulled the blanket up over him, drawing up one knee and noting with mild amusement the way his shadow slipped down from his shoulders to nestle itself into the space between quilt and mattress, seeking warmth it enjoyed but didn't need. The shape of Lotte hovering over him transfixed him, the motion of her dress and the way she momentarily blocked out the light from the stove.
She was bold, that was for sure. He took another drag from the cigarette, wondered how bold she really was, which one of them would cry off first if she kept crowding into his space and just barely not touching him.
And how he would play it off when it, inevitably, was him.
"Smoking in bed is dangerous," he commented mildly. And with a flick of his fingers, the cigar was gone again, leaving only the haze of heady smoke floating around them over the bed. "I'm sure you would, but I think I'd rather wait. And you seem keen on something else." On him sleeping, that was, but it amused him to say it so vaguely and see if she would flush the same colour as her hair.
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Tomorrow, if she came too close without Alastor closing that space first, he might balk inside, deftly side step her and avoid it. Now, he was too loose and fuzzy and unburdened to think it anything other than curious, the way his body sloped to one side and then the other on the unsteady mattress as it shifted back and forth with Lotte's weight.
He laughed again when she pulled the blanket up over him, drawing up one knee and noting with mild amusement the way his shadow slipped down from his shoulders to nestle itself into the space between quilt and mattress, seeking warmth it enjoyed but didn't need. The shape of Lotte hovering over him transfixed him, the motion of her dress and the way she momentarily blocked out the light from the stove.
She was bold, that was for sure. He took another drag from the cigarette, wondered how bold she really was, which one of them would cry off first if she kept crowding into his space and just barely not touching him.
And how he would play it off when it, inevitably, was him.
"Smoking in bed is dangerous," he commented mildly. And with a flick of his fingers, the cigar was gone again, leaving only the haze of heady smoke floating around them over the bed. "I'm sure you would, but I think I'd rather wait. And you seem keen on something else." On him sleeping, that was, but it amused him to say it so vaguely and see if she would flush the same colour as her hair.