[ As quick and soft as the kiss is, he's tempted to chase it back for more, but there's something good about that brief touch as well, like it's part of a routine they don't have to rush because they have plenty of time for the other stuff. When she rolls over and slides herself back against him, he goes with it willingly, an undefinable feeling of gratitude blossoming inside him when she laces her hand through his and pulls it up against her chest.
He ducks his head to drop a kiss into her hair, shifting a little to get comfortable. ]
Sleep tight.
[ He tries to stay awake long enough to feel her drift off, watching the lights of the city glow through the window, listening to the faint sounds of traffic and Bruce snuffling and snoring down the hall underneath the soft rhythm of her breathing. He wants to stay up, as if he can try to hold on to this moment longer the more of it he can experience, but she'd been right to say that the bed is far more comfortable than the thin mattresses and creaking springs in the Down, and it's been a long, strange week, and eventually sleep rises up to claim him as well.
*
Hellboy's sleep is often restless. After everything he's seen and done, with everything he is, nightmares are an expected side effect. Thankfully, most of the time he doesn't remember them.
Soft sunlight on his eyelids pulls him out of a formless morass of black tentacles and tolling bells, distant memories of an African shoreline. For a moment he's confused, still mostly asleep and not sure where he is, but the soft warm weight of Harley resting along his chest and belly, nestled up against his thighs, reminds and reassures him that he's right where he wants to be.
Sighing, letting his eyes drift closed again, he moves slightly to pull her a bit closer, happy to drop back into a warm doze for as long as the day will let him. ]
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He ducks his head to drop a kiss into her hair, shifting a little to get comfortable. ]
Sleep tight.
[ He tries to stay awake long enough to feel her drift off, watching the lights of the city glow through the window, listening to the faint sounds of traffic and Bruce snuffling and snoring down the hall underneath the soft rhythm of her breathing. He wants to stay up, as if he can try to hold on to this moment longer the more of it he can experience, but she'd been right to say that the bed is far more comfortable than the thin mattresses and creaking springs in the Down, and it's been a long, strange week, and eventually sleep rises up to claim him as well.
*
Hellboy's sleep is often restless. After everything he's seen and done, with everything he is, nightmares are an expected side effect. Thankfully, most of the time he doesn't remember them.
Soft sunlight on his eyelids pulls him out of a formless morass of black tentacles and tolling bells, distant memories of an African shoreline. For a moment he's confused, still mostly asleep and not sure where he is, but the soft warm weight of Harley resting along his chest and belly, nestled up against his thighs, reminds and reassures him that he's right where he wants to be.
Sighing, letting his eyes drift closed again, he moves slightly to pull her a bit closer, happy to drop back into a warm doze for as long as the day will let him. ]