48: morning kiss
57:Β breaking the kiss to say something, but staying so close that youβre murmuring into each otherβs mouths
Armitage had easily woken up long before his alarm was set to go off-- a soft sigh filtering out of the man as heβd barely opened his eyes long enough to note there was very faint light starting to leak through the window of the room theyβd gotten ahold of. That was all he needed to see to know he had plenty of time on his hands, instead snuggling closer to the man heβd fallen asleep next to when he might otherwise have already just gotten up. The idea of drifting back into an actual sleep was ridiculous at this point, but that wasnβt enough to urge him out of bed. He was content to indulge in a rare case of laziness...
It grew ever closer to the time the alarm would inevitably beckon Armitage into having to get up and make himself presentable once more-- time ticking by much too fast for his tastes. He had half a mind to wake the man heβd found himself practically intertwined with-- but the mere thought soon brought a faint pang of guilt to him. One that lasted for only a few moments before he felt Ben stir as well-- and he couldnβt help the faint smile that adorned his features as he pressed his forehead against the otherβs. Shifting enough their noses brushed.
βMorning, sleeping beauty...β It was a soft tease, laced with a fondness heβd never have anticipated heβd be capable of and yet-- here he was. He could blame it on the factor that he was still waking up, if he werenβt already feeling otherwise wide awake.
Feeling arms tighten around him at his words, Hux snickered faintly. Partly pulling away to watch as Ben fully came to some semblance of consciousness. Which, apparently, was the wrong move. For within seconds heβd been pulled closer again-- met with the otherβs tired grin and what he was certain to be a sort of mischievous glint in his eyes. And, damn him, Armitage couldnβt help but pick up on previous rendezvous exactly what that look entailed.
A smirk slowly took over his features-- before lips meet Benβs; something almost innocent at first but growing deeper. Breaking off enough for a shift in position so Armitage comfortably all but lay atop Ben-- pressing another, more intimate kiss to the otherβs lips and--
Armitage had half a mind to ignore the thing and act like it wasnβt trying itβd best to urge him to pull away. But it was Ben whoβd broken the kiss-- even if heβd not pulled away enough to break actual contact.
βDo you have to leave...?β
The question was a mumble, and had heβd not had better control of himself he might very well have laughed faintly at the odd sensation having the words spoken against his own lips brought forth. Offering the faintest of head shakes, Armitage reached out-- blindly feeling for the datapad that so desperately demanded his attention. Soon hitting home and shutting the alarm off.
βNo,β There was the faintest of kisses offered after the word-- a tease as much as it was to ensure Ben didnβt say something smug and stupid to convince him otherwise--,Β βThey can wait.β
