harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

Founder, right, of course, I'm so sorry.

[ her laugh gets muffled by the pillow she's squishing her face into now, but that did make her laugh, yeah. it makes her laugh because it reminds her that yeah, even when she's with this guy who's pretty suave and pushes all her buttons with his voice and his eyes and his- everything, yeah, he's pretty much a giant nerd. a leader of nerds, even. king nerd! she's fine with it. ]

Oh, maybe. I don't know. I'll figure it out. Later, not now. [ she sighs another sigh, pleased, as her eyes shut for a second. just a little short while! ] For now I'm gonna just lay here and think about you and Barry kissing each other. Mhm. Mmmmhm.

You should be. [Still muffled into her neck, before he leans back enough to settle on the pillows. He's not going to win this battle against sleep much longer, but he has enough energy left to roll his eyes at her appreciative noises and pull her closer before he finally drifts off.

In the mornings, Harrison isn't a lounge-in-bed person. He's more of a lounge-against-a-wall-with-coffee person, a vertical lounger, while he waits for his brain to wake up. This is his first morning-after waking up with Gwen, and he's now discovering that she is, while still apparently fully asleep, not about to let him escape without a fight. It takes some doing, but eventually he disentangles himself and steps into discarded black jeans and makes it to the kitchen, where coffee is essential.

God, he can feel every muscle he has, all lodging complaints in order, but it makes him smile as he leans against a wall and waits for the coffee to be finished.]

[ the nutty part is that Gwen was only really half awake when Harrison tried to get out of bed, but she was just aware of herself enough to try and pull him back into bed with every attempt he made to get up, sleepy super strength and all. but she accepts it after a while, lets him go. thirty minutes later, she's getting up too.

she's not sore, but she feels good, yeah. great sex, great mood. sometimes she's aware of it enough to try and tone it down, but right now she probably looks a little smug as she finds her way into the kitchen in just her undies and one of his shirts, sleeves too long, torso only barely managing to cover her butt. whatever. that's why she put her underwear back on.

she finds a clear spot of kitchen counter to pull herself up onto, because that's just what spider-totems do. who needs chairs when you've got something slightly more elevated than a chair? ]

Coffee smells good.

[ how she managed to make that sound smug and pleased, even with her voice still a little gravelly from sleep, is beyond her ]

[And when Gwen arrives in the kitchen, Harrison isn't going to be shy about admiring the way his shirt looks on her. He hadn't bothered to find a shirt, so between them they have one whole outfit.

Mm. He likes that tone. She sounds, and looks, as smug as he feels, although he might hide it a little better. He pours a second mug of coffee as she perches on his counter.]

Coffee is good. How do you take it?

[His is black, but he has sugar and milk and cream, mostly for the benefit of overnight guests. But she doesn't need to get up again. Later on, there might even be breakfast.]

Light and sweet.

[ it's cool, she's watching him too, toes tapping at the air in an attempt to keep her fingers from drumming on the countertop instead. it's not even a nervous habit, just- a habit. she's always got a beat in her head, even first thing in the morning after waking up. but anyway, she gladly takes her coffee cup from him once it's offered, but she's reaching out with her legs to try and keep him close, heel hooking around his calf until he's moving to stand in front of her.

she's not gonna go in for kisses ( hello, morning breath mixed with coffee breath ), but she does lift a finger to trace over his collarbone, eyes following the movement before flicking up to grin at him ]

I'd apologize for giving you a hickey, but I kinda like it. It looks good there. [ she touches her own shoulder next, close to her neck ] M'pretty sure I'd have one right here if I couldn't heal so fast. I can still feel it.

Edited 2016-04-28 00:16 (UTC)

[Oh, well, if she insists on pulling him between her legs, he'll lean his hip against the counter, comfortably braced against her knee. He smirks a little as he runs a finger over the mark on his skin, thankful for a moment that she's at least placed it low enough that it won't show. He prefers to keep his private life private, but he won't mind catching glimpses of it in the mirror for a few days.] Don't apologize.

[Then he leans forward to examine that bare spot on her shoulder.] Right here? Hmm. [He presses a kiss to it before straightening and taking another long drink of coffee.] Shame. That would look good on you too.

[ Gwen thinks about setting her coffee down for just a second, but she knows it would turn into much longer than that. keeping her hands occupied, yep, gonna keep doing that, even if one hand is occupying itself by letting her fingers trace lines along his shoulder and the side of his neck, yes. that's behaving. ]

I'd encourage you to give me a new one, but I'm not sure I'd be able to stop myself from dragging you back to bed if you did that, and I'm sure you have plans for today.

[ her grin's way too cheeky, this time ]

[Harrison shifts into her hand absently, leaning one hand on the counter next to her hip, coffee secure in the other. She can keep doing that, he isn't going to object one bit.]

Enough to do that I shouldn't be so tempted by that. [But he twists to drop a kiss against the back of her hand and straightens.] Breakfast?

Ooo, breakfast.

[ breakfast. as if on cue, her stomach grumbles, reminding her that yeah, she's definitely due for some fuel. she takes a big sip of her coffee, lets her legs unwind from around his. ]

Got anything I can cover in maple syrup?

[He doesn't really want to move, he's comfortable here, she's warm and the morning is moving slowly, a rarity for him, but breakfast is enough to get him focused again.]

Oh, I think I can scare something up.

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