[ She giggled, drawing her face away from his neck with a faint reluctance. She moved her face far enough away that she could see his face. Smiling at him she moved her hand from his hair to rest on his cheek. She felt a warm feeling in her chest that almost felt like it should be love. But she was discerning enough to know that it was only gratitude at that moment. It would take time for true feelings to grow. But right now she was grateful. And she wanted to stay with him so that the feelings could truly grow. ]
It must be rough having a messiah so dedicated to his training that he interrupts your sleep.
[ She said, doing her very best to keep the wry sarcasm out of her voice. But she kept meeting his eyes like a challenge. Wondering how long he could keep her gaze like this. Her hand on his face, his on her; her legs nudging at his from under her blankets; their lower torsos still pressed together, the remnant of their embrace.]
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It must be rough having a messiah so dedicated to his training that he interrupts your sleep.
[ She said, doing her very best to keep the wry sarcasm out of her voice. But she kept meeting his eyes like a challenge. Wondering how long he could keep her gaze like this. Her hand on his face, his on her; her legs nudging at his from under her blankets; their lower torsos still pressed together, the remnant of their embrace.]