Margo's Bedroom, 33 Apocalypse, Thursday Morning

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

The early part of the week had been something of a blur of hard-to-control anger with the occasional bone, but Margo's days had been on an upswing since running into Shunsui at the park. At least, she thought so. After all, it was early morning, and she wasn't in bed alone, and whoever it was was both warm and a snuggler.

She'd allow it.

She muttered something to that point and dug into the warmth a bit more. She'd deal with kicking whoever it was out in a second. Right now she was comfortable. Or as comfortable as you could be, when your eyepatch had shifted onto your temple during the night and the string was wrapped into your hair.

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[stykera]

Once he was actually awake, Stark would be happy to help with the eyepatch. Or with anything else, really. Though he might need some sustenance first.

For now, Stark was very contentedly snuggled up against a warm body. Contentedly and sleepily because last night had been a very, very good night. It had been a long time since he'd woken up in bed with a woman and he was going to enjoy it by pressing up against her and nuzzling his face into her hair.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Whoever had invented waking really needed to be found and shot or at least tortured a little.

"Mrr," Margo mumbled, her eye fluttering open and squinting against the weird combination of bright light and bedsheets.

[stykera]

Waking up was difficult, especially when you were as thoroughly worn out as Stark was from the previous night's activities.

"Mmmph," he agreed, voice muffled by her hair.

Moving his arm to wrap around her seemed like a good idea. Very cozy.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Wait. Didn't she know that voice? "Stark?" Margo mumbled.

[stykera]

It was the only space Australian voice around!

"Yes?" he responded, lifting his head a little so he could look at her. "Morning, Margo."

The rest of him was not moving much. He was very content right where he was for the moment.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Aw, shit. So she did bang the resident alien puppy.

Now Margo was starting to remember: the general frustration, Stark seeming hella convenient, the weird guilt, going through with it just to spite the weird guilt.

Well. Now the only option she had was to not aggravate the guilt and get him out of the house before anyone got any ideas about two-- she thought about last night-- three? Foursies.

"Morning," she said, pressing all of that way down. "You don't have any magic alien coffee-teleporting skills I don't know about, do you?"

[stykera]

What if someone was already getting sleepy ideas? And shifting against Margo in response to those sleepy ideas?

"No coffee teleporting," he said a little regretfully.

"But I don't really want coffee yet."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"No coffee yet? Fuck, you really are an alien," Margo sighed, reaching up to rub her-- eyesocket?

Aw, hell.

[stykera]

"I could go get coffee," Stark offered, pushing himself up on one elbow. He'd rather stay right where he was. Or maybe move a little. "If you like."

"Do... your patch. Do you need help?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Where is it?" Margo asked, just-- a little hint of alarm in her voice. "Can you see it?"

[stykera]

"Just here," Stark said, reaching out to very gently brush his fingers over her temple next to it. "It looks... tangled."

However could that have happened?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo sighed. "Well, can you untangle it? I feel like half a Bonetor over here."

[stykera]

"I can," Stark assured her.

He had clever fingers, Margo.

"Sit up?" He wasn't going to make it a directive, of course, but he'd already reluctantly pulled himself up into an actual sitting position. What a tragic lack of physical contact that resulted in.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo groaned audibly, but she complied, sitting up with her back turned towards Stark.

What? Her empty eyesocket - neatly healed-over as the fairies had left it - was not sexy.

[stykera]

It might not be sexy but it was part of her and Stark had no objections.

He made a soft, soothing noise as he brushed her hair away from the back of her neck and started working the eyepatch string loose.

"Nearly done," he said quietly, leaning forward so his mouth was close to her ear.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Fuck this week for making that work for her, ugh. "Thanks," Margo said.

It was far more of a low whisper than she'd planned for it to be.

[stykera]

Oh sure, blame the week.

"I'm very happy to help," Stark assured her still speaking softly and close to her ear. He scooted closer as he finished disentangling the string.

"There. Better?"

He was so very tempted to pull her closer. He would settle, for the moment, for placing a kiss just behind her ear.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Thanks," Margo muttered again, and felt kind of stupid about it.

There were really only two ways to deal with that feeling: kick Stark out right now, or make him forget about it.

"Now put that back on me," she said, her voice growing in strength, "And push me into the mattress already."

[stykera]

Stark did not have to be told twice. The eyepatch was hurriedly but carefully fitted back into position before Stark did take the opportunity to pull Margo against his chest.

"Whatever you say," he said, dropping his head so his mouth was against her neck. That seemed a good place to start. Although now where to put his hands now that they weren't occupied with her hair.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"That's not the mattress, is it," Margo laughed, sliding her own hands back to get a handful of his ass.

[stykera]

"I would like," Stark said, grazing his teeth against her neck in response to her hands, "to take my time. Do everything...thoroughly."

But if Margo needed to be flipped around so her back was firmly against the mattress, well so be it. After a few more nips to her neck.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo laughed as her back hit the mattress, though her hands were back where they used to be within moments. "Yeah? Are you ready to be doing me thoroughly?"

[stykera]

"Very ready," Stark promised.

See, he hadn't needed coffee. This was a much better morning treat.

And just to be thorough he was going to very slowly kiss her before trailing a line of kisses from her neck down her torso.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"I guess I'll let you this time," Margo sighed, stretching her arms above her.

She settled her hand on the back of Stark's head, afterwards.

[stykera]

"Not done being thorough," Stark said softly. "Unless you are?"

Wasn't this better than coffee, Margo?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Well, I didn't tell you to stop being thorough," Margo pointed out, amused.

She was still undecided on the coffee.

[stykera]

"You didn't," Stark agreed, lifting his head so he could grin up at her.

Licking his lips was probably unnecessary. He still did it. And then began working his way back upward.

"And i did promise to do what you said. And you said to push you into the mattress and we've barely made a dent."