𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 - 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 stirs to life as tree - mottled sunlight only just begins to stream through the windows of the secluded virginia home .
“ glad this old thing still works ... ” alex muses aloud . ‘ after all this time , ’ goes unsaid but hangs heavy in the air . laswell has been kind enough to maintain it in his EXTENDED TIME overseas ; not the sort of place he can hire a housekeeper for , after all .
alex turns to find logan seated atop the counter , decides there's no harm in indulging in a few more moments of the closeness he'd been so loathe to leave when they'd abandoned warm bed in favor of CAFFEINE AND SUSTENANCE . he moves closer until her knees bracket his waist , resting hands on the granite to either side of her hips .
@airwomans ❚❙∥ [ CARESS ] for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars .
the 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 against his temple , where errant shrapnel has forever inhibited the regrowth of hair in rough lines , and soft scrape of fingernails over his scalp has eyes drifting shut again . “ 's not too late ... could just go back to bed . you could catch a later flight . ”
