Room 6620, Afternoon

[lady_bols]

There's a knock at the door.  Someone is politely, quietly knocking on her door.  It can't be Gene then.  He always uses his fist, even at 3am in the morning.  She opens one eye, and realizes, she's not in the flat above Luigi's.

For one, Gene is behind her.  And completely starkers, pressed against her from nape to knee, snoring quietly in her ear.  A grin spreads across her face, and she stretches, not quite willing to leave the comfort of the bed yet.

'Just leave it there, we'll get it in a minute.  Thanks.'  She hopes whoever is out there can hear her voice, because she's not going to shout and wake him.  She also makes a mental note to tip the rat very well when he brings dinner.

It's impossible to move much at all without waking him.  So she gives him another moment, content just to enjoy the feel of lying in his arms.

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[lady_bols]

She reaches up to take the glass without sitting up.

'Doesn't matter,' she says, never taking her eyes off him.

Flat champagne with him is a luxury she never thought she'd enjoy. It's manna from heaven as far as she's concerned.

[the_gene_genie]

He perches on the arm of the chair while he smokes, remembering her earlier comment about him smoking in bed. As soon as the fag's done though, he wanders back over, bringing the bottles with him. He slumps back into bed with a sigh of relief, and sips his drink.

'We're getting' good at that,' he remarks, after a moment.

[lady_bols]

Her champagne is finished quickly and the glass set aside so she can do more important things, namely watch him, blatantly and without any shame at all.

'Yeah? You think?' Her smirk is impossible to hide, and the moment he's back in reach, her hands are on him again, petting over his skin.

'I dunno,' she muses, placing an almost-chaste kiss on the point of his shoulder. 'I think we can do better.'

[the_gene_genie]

Her watching him is a little disconcerting, so he looks straight forward and pretends she isn't. Her hands feel nice though.

'Oh, I don' doubt it.'

The pleasure from the last round is still in his muscles, relaxing him gently into the mattress. His eyelids close, and take a while to pull up again.

'Later. Or tomorrow. Whenever.'

[lady_bols]

'Whenever,' she echoes, trying for nonchalant. She slips under his arm and rests her head on his shoulder, her knee draped over his thigh.

'Gene?' She brushes her knuckles along his jaw.

[the_gene_genie]

'Mmmm?'

He glances over, eyebrows raised a little.

[lady_bols]

She presses up on one elbow, just enough to kiss his cheek and lean in to whisper against his ear, her voice pitched for his ears alone.

'I love you.'

[the_gene_genie]

His eyes drop closed and he smiles, just a tiny bit. He switches his glass to his other hand, and works the other arm underneath her so he can hold her close. He doesn't know what to say, really. He already answered her once, when she said it before.

So he turns his head and kisses her, soft and easy, as sleepy as he is. It should be a response in itself, he reckons.

[lady_bols]

She takes it as such, his actions speaking far louder than any words. She hopes he forgives her for needing to speak it aloud, but she's kept silent for far too long. And he needs to hear it from her lips.

If he won't wear her ring, maybe the sound of her voice will remind him when he's far away from her. Maybe his heart will remember when his head is full of more important things.

She settles back with a sigh, nestling close, a long, contented sigh on her lips.

Nap time, apparently.

[the_gene_genie]

He turns his head only to finish his drink, then stretches out to put the glass on the nightstand. It teeters on the edge and then falls, but stuff it, he's already got both arms around her, so it can stay there.

Nap time. Definitely.