[The way her body relaxes into Derek's is practically instinctive at this point, and all the more painful for it, the familiarity, the comfort of him pressed close. The fact it's likely going to be lost again in the morning. She should have kept him a little more distant, sleeping beside her but not tangled up together, but he's too fast and too fast asleep to do anything about it.
She should have made him face the other way, too, for more practical reasons.]
If you throw up on me, I'm kicking you off the bed.
[Grumbled softly, even though she's pretty sure anything louder still wouldn't wake him. Without moving too much, she reaches past him to slide her comms under the pillow, to hit the lighting controls, smooths fingers over his hair as she settles back.
She's asleep more quickly than she's managed in weeks.]
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She should have made him face the other way, too, for more practical reasons.]
If you throw up on me, I'm kicking you off the bed.
[Grumbled softly, even though she's pretty sure anything louder still wouldn't wake him. Without moving too much, she reaches past him to slide her comms under the pillow, to hit the lighting controls, smooths fingers over his hair as she settles back.
She's asleep more quickly than she's managed in weeks.]