Pari relented, lacing her arms around his waist as he drew her closer. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay," he rested his lips against her forehead. "How'd you sleep?"

“Better than usual. You were out like a light.” She closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against his skin.

"I haven't slept like that in years," he confessed, rubbing at his eye absently. "We had a big day."

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it.” Pari muttered.

"And a big night," he reminisced with a grin sneaking onto his face.

She managed to shape her budding turmoil with a scoff of amusement. Now would be a good time to redirect them to their normal life; all she had to do was get up and out of bed. But the second she did that, this peacefulness -- this content? It was gone.
Who was she really leading on, here? Feofil? Or herself? "... we hit a lot of firsts yesterday."

"Can we just take today off?" He agreed. He wouldn't mind prolonging the little fantasy bubble they'd created, not to mention he felt it was a reasonable response to yesterday's near-death experience.

“Do you want to?” Pari leaned her head back to look up at him. “… I guess we could. We don’t really have anyone to answer to out here.”

"Please," he implored. "We could both use the rest."