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Jer released an impatient groan to mimic Laz’s, but the troublemaking grin didn’t leave his face. “But I miss you babe, you didn’t even join me in the shower for some fun,” he fake-whined, though keeping his volume soft. He tousled Laz’s hair playfully. “You’re not allowed to be dead when it’s already almost eight thirty. Remember we have a date to watch the sunrise together this weekend.” He was teasing, they’d made no such plans. 

The half unconscious Sirenae let out a sleepy hiss at being mocked, having half a mind to nip at his ridiculous morning person mate, but then the hand in his hair made him melt into a puddle. “Hmmnghn.” was the intelligent reply to Jer’s teasing words. “Bar’s fine Without me, Baaaabe I‘m so comfyyyyy-“ Lazarus whined pathetically.

Jer snickered softly, tempted, for a moment, to nuzzle his still-wet hair into Lazarus’s neck. But his smile turned soft as he considered his sleepy lover, and with a quiet sigh he rolled to the side to spoon Laz instead. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he mumbled, continuing to slowly tousle his hair in little circles.

Lazarus let out a very, very satisfied noise at feeling Jer press against him, relaxing back into the comfort of their bed. “Shhh. The bed is calling your name too.” He mumbled, hiding his sleepy smile in the pillows.

Jer laughed, unable to keep that quiet. "Only 'cause you're in it, babe," he went on. "Wayyyyy too much energy for more sleep right now." He paused mid-twirl, his fingers curling deeper into Laz's hair so he could lightly massage his scalp. "At least stay awake for me to tell you the good news? Please?"

Jer released an impatient groan to mimic Laz’s, but the troublemaking grin didn’t leave his face. “But I miss you babe, you didn’t even join me in the shower for some fun,” he fake-whined, though keeping his volume soft. He tousled Laz’s hair playfully. “You’re not allowed to be dead when it’s already almost eight thirty. Remember we have a date to watch the sunrise together this weekend.” He was teasing, they’d made no such plans. 

The half unconscious Sirenae let out a sleepy hiss at being mocked, having half a mind to nip at his ridiculous morning person mate, but then the hand in his hair made him melt into a puddle. “Hmmnghn.” was the intelligent reply to Jer’s teasing words. “Bar’s fine Without me, Baaaabe I‘m so comfyyyyy-“ Lazarus whined pathetically.

Jer snickered softly, tempted, for a moment, to nuzzle his still-wet hair into Lazarus’s neck. But his smile turned soft as he considered his sleepy lover, and with a quiet sigh he rolled to the side to spoon Laz instead. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he mumbled, continuing to slowly tousle his hair in little circles.

Jer released an impatient groan to mimic Laz’s, but the troublemaking grin didn’t leave his face. “But I miss you babe, you didn’t even join me in the shower for some fun,” he fake-whined, though keeping his volume soft. He tousled Laz’s hair playfully. “You’re not allowed to be dead when it’s already almost eight thirty. Remember we have a date to watch the sunrise together this weekend.” He was teasing, they’d made no such plans. 

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Jer grinned to himself for a moment, before his eyes fluttered shut, curling into his embrace. “Can’t help it,” he murmured, the ink feathers of tattooed wings stretching down his arms and fingers, slowly splaying across Lazarus’s back as his arms wrapped around him. “You get to be protective of me, I get to be a hopelessly romantic sap. Only a matter of time, really.” 

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Patient is the Night || govthookercoulson

Patient is the Night || govthookercoulson