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[mahem]

[ some of her response is still a result of her hastiness, her tendency to act first and think later, but then that small piece that wants to be more honest with him about what she thinks sneaks in at the end, her voice softer and smaller than it normally sounds. but she also realizes at the exact same time that he might want, even need that honesty from her too, might need her to be upfront and not joke around in this instance.

in this moment, he looks nearly as vulnerable as she's ever seen him, and that includes the time he'd been laid out on her bed with a bandage wrapped around his injured middle. ]

Sick of you? [ she repeats it almost incredulously, and now she really is finding a burst of strength, pressing her hands to his shoulders to scramble up the length of him so their faces are closer. ] Sweetie, I want you here. As often as you wanna be. And look, it's not like I don't have the space for it now down here. You could get your own room and everything.

[redrighthanded]

[ It had started out as a joke in his head, but somewhere between that and saying it out loud, he'd realised he meant it, the very real concern rising up to grip him. But she does the right thing, the thing he needs, sliding up so they can be face to face. His arm automatically goes to drape up and over her, his big hand spread between her shoulder blades, thumb stroking gentle curves over her skin. ]

My own room, huh? [ Now there's definitely a smile caught in the corner of his mouth, some of the tension relaxing back out of him. She's close enough that it doesn't take much effort at all to lift his head and kiss her, so he does, intending it to be brief at first, but melting into something softer and deeper before he pulls back again. ] Glad I helped you get this bed down here.

[mahem]

Well, if you want. M'not expectin' you to be in here shackin' up with me the entire time. [ maybe she's joking about it, or trying to mostly keep things light-hearted, or she doesn't want to hope that he might say no and just want to sleep in her bed most of the time instead. so she scoffs lightly, but she can't keep herself from instinctively curving up into the touch of his hand, palm and warm fingers spread across her skin. ]

Then again, there's... plenty of space in here too. [ she says it dreamily, a little deliriously after he kisses her with so much warmth behind it, and it's hard not to feel really good in this moment, like nothing bad can touch them here while they're together basking in the shared afterglow. she's already chasing his mouth again, needing more, feeling like she can never have enough. ] Bed big enough for the both of us.