[She should say no. Keep some distance between them, not let the drink completely erode how things had been, as much as she'd hated it, as much as she'd missed him. She looks at him and wonders exactly how much he's going to regret this in the morning - the alcohol, coming to her room, sleeping in the same bed. But she can't say no to him.]
Okay. [She lets out a long exhale, turning back towards him.] Okay. Come on.
[Climbing onto the bed behind him, holding up an arm to guide him down next to her.]
[ even if derek's drunk, getting into bed with tyke is old habit by now. his body knows what to do, just how to curl around her, how to drape his arm heavily across her waist. the nagging sense that he shouldn't be doing this is buried beneath the sensation of warmth, of how good it was to lean into tyke and push his face in against her throat.
there's maybe a split second of restless shifting before derek is fast asleep. good work, everyone. mission accomplished. ]
[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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Okay. [She lets out a long exhale, turning back towards him.] Okay. Come on.
[Climbing onto the bed behind him, holding up an arm to guide him down next to her.]
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there's maybe a split second of restless shifting before derek is fast asleep. good work, everyone. mission accomplished. ]
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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.]