nolden excerpt of them being idiots, post ilus, and me trying to find their dynamic in writing
“Sorry, I’m nearly done,” Naomi whispered and brushed his jaw in consolation.
“‘S alright,” he sighed deeply but didn’t make any further complaints.
Thankfully, the desk was close enough that she could reach the first aid kit without moving from their position.
“There, all done,” she said after spraying the final spray over the wound and watching it form an almost transparent bandage over it.
At that moment, Holden pulled her even closer, burying his head in her chest. She knew she should be urging him to get up because the faster he finishes with the report, the faster he’s going to get some rest. But she couldn’t bring herself to pull away from him. Not after spending so much time apart and not after he nearly wasn't able to make his promise of coming back to her true.
Instead she also wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let her head fall, her nose brushing at his hairline. She could feel him huffing at the contact, an exhale of a breath on her skin as a protest.
“No, don’t do that honey. I really need that shower you mentioned,” Jim whined, slightly dragging the vowel of no and scrunching up his nose.
“Really? I couldn't tell,” she teased, pulling slightly at the hair on the base of his neck.
And then suddenly, she yelped squirming on his lap, “Jim!”
He'd used his hands on her sides to tickle her as a rebuttal for her jest.
“Hey, play nice,” she said and although she tried to be serious, she had spoken in the midst of laughter.
“Always,” Jim whispered and pressed a kiss on her sternum, right in the middle of her tattoo, as an apology.
“I think it's time we go get that coffee and food I promised, now that you're feeling more… awake.”
“Mhmm, that sounds great right now.”