Any f/o + kiss!!!
22 - shoulder blade
Leeet’s go with Evie for this prompt!
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The steady chugging of the train has long since become something Alexis grew used to. It’s almost a comfort, in a way; the tracks underneath them orchestrate a constant lullaby, a mechanical heartbeat rocking her to sleep.
Or, in this case, attempting to rock her awake.
“Alexis, it’s time to wake up.”
“Mmmghhh...”
“Alexis...”
“Nnoo...”
“It’s almost noon.”
“...five mo’ minutes...”
The blankets Alexis wrapped herself up in are removed with one quick pull, and she finds herself shivering from the sudden loss of warmth. Evie stands above her, already dressed, long since ready for the day as she usually is.
“You said that an hour ago, love, it’s been long enough.” She says, unable to hold back a humored smile. Alexis is very much not a morning person, and it shows. She’s looking up at the older Frye with bleary eyes, hair messy and sticking up in any which way it desires, her shirt loosely hanging down and exposing one of her shoulders.
“Alright, alright...” she mumbles, sitting up and resting her head on her chin, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “Alright, Evie, I’m up.”
The bed sinks a bit as Evie sits down next to Alexis, running a brush through her hair, gently trying to untangle the knots it’s twisted itself into during the night.
“...Thanks, Evie.” she murmurs. Alexis leans back into the brush, a small, content noise rumbling from the back of her throat at the sensation.
Evie tugs at the back of Alexis’ shirt, pressing a quick kiss against her bare shoulderblade, smiling against her skin as Alexis takes in a sharp, surprised gasp.
“You’re very welcome, Alexis.”
