book of nile + 42 bc it's what we were talking abt!!!
book of nile + 42: falling asleep with their head in your lap
In the 150 years Nile has been on the team, movie night hasn’t changed, except for the person who got to pick the movie.
“Your turn, Book,” Andy says, tossing the remote to where he’s sitting on the couch next to Nile.
“Meaning it’s Nile’s turn.” Quynh smirks, “again.”
“It’s not Booker’s fault he sucks at picking movies.” Nile grabs the remote from him. “I’m still working on him.”
She doesn’t look at Joe and Nicky but she can feel them rolling her eyes. Booker grins at her, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her neck.
In all honesty, she had been working on him. After the last time he had picked a movie and picked some extremely boring black and white film from like, 1950, she had taken over picking the movies on his nights. In the meantime she had been showing him all the classics herself during their free time. Some nights it went well. Sometimes, well....they got distracted by other things. It usually ended with her laptop on the floor.
“If you pick a horror film again I’m out.” Nicky chimes in from his place on the other end of the couch, where he’s alreayd curled up around Joe.
Nile snorts. “You’d think after 1,000 years you’d get used to jump scares old man.”
She ignores Nicky’s in Italian and Joe’s laugh.
“Just pick something.” Andy sighs, leaning back against Quynh.
Nile rolls her eyes at the teams impatience, but scrolls through the channels before finding an action film. Good, something they can all enjoy.
Booker shifts, throwing an arm around her and pulling her into his chest, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I don’t think you showed me this one.”
“Nah,” Nile snuggles into him, “So you better pay attention.”
The movie’s playing for approximately 10 minutes before Andy starts speaking, pointing out a how unsafe a move made by the protagonist is. A chorus of groans fill the room, followed by someone throwing a pillow at her. Nile assumes it’s Nicky.
Booker is already starting to fall asleep against her. She pokes his chest. “You’re supposed to be paying attention.”
“Hmmm,” he mumbles under his breath. “I’m tired.”
Nile laughs. Then shifts so she’s sitting up straighter on the couch, and Booker slides down until his head is her lap. She absentmindedly strokes her hand through his hair. He had basically shaved it all off a few months ago, and it was growing out again, much to her delight.
“That feels good mon coeur.” He says.
Nile’s heart spikes at the term of endearment. It’s been 40 years and she’s not used to the soft way he speaks to her, she’s not sure she’ll ever be used to it.
“You can fall asleep, baby.” Nile tells him. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Booker laughs, his eyes drifting close. She looks around the room, Andy and Quynh are both watching the movie with extreme intensity. Nicky and Joe seem to be more wrapped up in each other.
On her lap, Booker has drifted off, but she continues to run her hands through his hair, finding the motion comforting, and she slowly drifts off herself.