intimacy meme - alwaysprotecting
♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
“Peeta, you need to go to bed,” she warned, noticing his drowsiness and the way he kept slouching down further. It would only be a matter of time before he his head which was pressing into her left breast would be down in her lap, and she still wanted to go out hunting today. Katniss was feeling far too restless not to, and having someone in her lap would mean sitting still for hours on end. The brunette wasn’t sure she could handle that right now.
Her rigid posture became increasingly stiff when the inevitable happened and the blonde was vast asleep in her lap. Looking around her house for anything that might replace her softness, she came up short when the only available pillow was lying on the other couch, too far out of her reach and she really didn’t want to disturb Peeta either. He’d been dreaming of mutts and losing her to the vicious creatures earlier and it had kept him up for the rest of the night, so she knew him to be exhausted. It would be cruel to wake him now.
Muting the TV, she put the remote down beside her and heaved a heavy sigh, but once she looked down her gaze visibly softened. He looked so peaceful now –the exact opposite from the sweaty mess he’d been during the night, when he clung to her body like a lifeline, constantly muttering about how she was still there and none of it had been real. Her hand seemed to move on its own accord, blonde locks slipping through her fingers as she absentmindedly toyed with his hair.
Even in his slumber, he always needed to be closer. Katniss was well aware of this, and so it came as no surprise when his hand patted her down only to stop once he reached her braid, his fingers closing around the end of it. A gentle smile curled up at the corners of her mouth, and it only widened when she noticed their four-year old getting on the other side of him, crawling in behind her daddy and curling up at his feet. Some of the tension left her body, too, the longer she looked at the two of them.
When Peeta’s hand moved again, she didn’t think too much of it. That is, until he got further up in her hair and started scratching her scalp. A brief chuckle escaped her then as she grabbed a hold of his wrist and lowered it to where he could hold onto her waist instead.
Resting her head back on the couch, she closed her own eyes, whispering in the dimness of the room, “Goodnight, Willow. Goodnight, my dandelion.”
