@meechvm cont. from here
it’s only a murmur in the soft half-light, ’ go back to sleep ‘, just as soft – and an admittedly weak attempt at disentangling himself. he’s been staring at the glow of the alarm clock in the dark for a solid two hours, and still he should have left at least twenty minutes ago. now he’s finally decided to exercise an immense amount of self-control, and sadie won’t let him. who’d have thought getting out of bed in the morning would suddenly turn into such a chore when someone else’s there? ‘ c’mon, you gotta let me go. ‘
She's not really awake, not really conscious of her actions but it's true enough that she won't let him go. Her body is too comfortable nestled against his own, basking in his warmth, revelling on the skin to skin contact that it has a mind of its own. It isn't until he talks that her fists close around the fabric of his shirt in a conscious decision to coerce him to stay, this time, even if in the back of her mind she knows that he'd never miss a day of work if he can help it. There's no proper verbal response to counter his own, just a less than pleased groan,
