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.

[[ for an adorable alien, and possibly the housemate after that thread if he wants to ]]

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[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."