Body pillow: (it is very tempting to write something weird here like "elbow!" or "foot!" But I'll resist) Shoulder.
Send me “Body’s Pillow” and a body part for my muse to react to your muse falling asleep while laying on/against it.
She has...a lot of hair.
It’s not the first time he’s thought that very thing. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time that night. Of course, he was aware given how much he liked watching her play with it, but he was especially aware of the fact because now, in that very moment...it was in his mouth.
This is fine.
The inky black strands were also tickling his nose, and their feather-light dusting against his nostrils leads him to snort like a sneezing dog. It’s not a harsh movement and he’s exceptionally quiet about it, but its enough to jostle her and when Malika stirs, eliciting a faint mumble of protest -- he freezes, and doesn’t move again until she’s tucked her head further against his shoulder, and fallen still for several long moments. After which, he recognizes that he’s stuck there.
He also recognizes the growing cramp in his leg, preliminary caution to what’s likely to be a vicious Charlie Horse, and he’s pretty sure his arm arm has long since gone numb beneath her elbow, which presses harshly into his bicep. He’s also exceptionally hot. That’s fine too.
And really, it was; Because it isn’t the pain of his predicament that keeps him awake or the general discomfort of being trapped beneath another person - it's the mere fact that he gets to be. In truth, he cherished those quiet, infrequent nights together and so he found himself fighting his own eyelids just to watch the way she breathed when at peace. It was natural and easy. Her expression was clear of anything guarded. The carefree demeanor she exhibited while he knew was not entirely a lie while awake, was at its truest in sleep.
He was honored to be a safe place she could hide, in the end and he was happy she was a safe face for him to retreat to. When he thought of the long nights and empty wastelands and fields he kept to, with nothing but the trees and the dust to keep him company, and whiskey to keep him warm...Well, he found this type of discomfort to be far more preferable.
Slowly, very slowly, so very damn slow -- he brings his leg up and that somewhat eases the growing tightness in his calf muscle. He lets out a sigh of relief then, turning his head to kiss her ebony crown, only for her to shift suddenly in her sleep and for his efforts, he is rewarded with another mouthful of lush black.
God damn. She has a lot of hair.
@luck-and-larceny
This is so adorable that I can hardly stand it.
