Log: Laurie & Eamon: Waking up

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Laurie wakes up at Eamon's and doesn't want to get out of bed.



Laurie reached over and slapped her hand against the alarm, grumbling softly to herself before she nuzzled back down against Eamon's warm back. "Morning does not exist, I refuse to believe in it," she mumbled sleepily.

Eamon smiled and felt around until he could find Laurie's hand and pull it up to his lips. A kiss was pressed into her palm before he dropped their hands back down to the bed. ""Fraid it does, pet. Don't you have somewhere to be this morning?" It was a tragic fact of life, but he didn't mind so much these days. After a month Eamon had finally adjusted to the fact that Laurie was around. She had a tonne of stuff she had to do every day, but he could still find her. He could see her. If nothing else, he could whisk her away to his place and sleep with her. It was quite a luxury and he had quickly become quite fond of it.

"Mmmm," she hummed, keeping her eyes closed as she stretched herself lazily against him and placed a leg over his waist, her mouth trailing kisses against his shoulder. "Not as important as the place I'm at right now, or the person I'm with."

She really didn't want to get up, she was quickly becomming accustomed to the feel of waking up beside Eamon, and she didn't even want to contemplate how hard it would be to adjust once he was having to do work overseas again. She had found herself contemplating what it would take to bribe Forge into making a teleporter, and then wondered if that was even possible. Sure, there were mutants who could do it but technologically it would seem like that sort of thing would be nigh impossible with current levels of advancement.

Eamon let go of her hand so he could raise his arm and turn over carefully so his arm slipped around her shoulders once he was on his back. He loved his girlfriend like this, half awake and disheveled and not wanting to be anywhere but with him. She always seemed to wind up in one of his tee shirts when she slept over and not much more, if she got to the point of having that much on at all. He liked her best like this.

Leaning forward, Eamon caught her lips in a soft kiss. "If it's school then it's important," he told her after the kiss had broken. "Terribly inconvenient, but important."

Laurie groaned and leaned her forehead against his chest, pouting a little bit about the unfairness of it all. Even when he was in the same country as her, it seemed that life conspired to keep them busy and without each other for way too much time.

"I suppose, although I'm almost positive that were I to ask someone like Hank or Jean they'd say a day off would do me good, every so often."

She lifted her head, turning the full weight of puppy eyes on him, wondering how hard it would be to get him to play hooky with her. She did have school, and then later; time at the office, but she was pretty sure that Bishop wouldn't mind, and she could get her friend Emily to take notes for her in class.

The puppy dog eyes generally made Eamon crumble to her will. He was pretty easy where Laurie was concerned, honestly. If she wanted something and it was within his power to give it to her then he would. However, he also had a job to do. "How 'bout you go to class today and ditch Friday? The boss has got some shindig Friday night so I've got most of the day off to make up for it." His fingers traced lines across her back and Eamon mentally cursed the shirt she had on for existing. He'd manage to live, though. "I'm to get all dapper for the night and show up in a suit. Very double-oh-seven."

Laurie's smile was like a sunrise, brightening across her face and giving her eyes a bright and happy glow. "You know I've never been able to resist the chance to get you into a suit, it's a deal. So, how long till you have to be at your job?"

Eamon craned his neck to get a look at the alarm clock. He couldn't remember if it was set to go off at the usual time or a different time for Laurie. Half the time he forgot to reset it. It was seven-thirty. "About two hours. Should I be kicking you out of bed now though?" He was crap at keeping track of her schedule. He had a copy of it all written out and color coded on his fridge but there was nothing nearby to help remind him where she should be or when she should be there today.

"In about an hour, I was going to have a shower before I went," Laurie noted, inspiration hitting as she said it. "Want to join me?"

That question drew a groan from Eamon, though it was far from being a complaint. "You are terrible for my old man sense of propriety." That was his version of a "yes." The arm around her shoulders dropped away so he could slid out from under her and tug her out of bed after him. The prospect of getting him into the shower with her probably wasn't enough to actually get her to move, but it was certainly enough to get him to make sure she didn't avoid it.

Laurie resisted the pull for a second, her body demanding that she go back to sleep and catch up on all the shut-eye she kept denying it due to various pursuits but she eventually let him pull her out of bed, fitting their hands together as her fingers entwined his. "Just think of it as me keeping you young and hip."

"I was never hip, pet." He leaned down, looped his free arm behind her knees, pulled their clasped hands behind her back and scooped her up. It really was much easier to simply carry her about at this hour. "I think I went into the military too early and took it too seriously for any of that young and hip bollocks to rub off on me."

He pressed a kiss into the crook of her neck as he made his way through the apartment his client had provided. It was a very nice apartment, more lush than anything he would have done in a place he paid for himself certainly. However it was also very comfortable and the shower was large enough for a small family to live in so far as he was concerned.

Laurie giggled and leaned her head against his shoulder, he could always make her feel like there wasn't anything in the world to worry about, even when she knew well that there was. "Mmm, I'm sure there's many a girl who thanked you dearly for your dedication."

She enjoyed Eamon's body, and was in no way shy about telling him so, especially when he was so appreciative of her own.

"Aye, there were. I was thanked quite thoroughly." Eamon set Laurie down on the counter by the sink and gave her a brief kiss. With quite serious eyes he told her, "I'd take you over all of it." Then he pulled away to turn on the shower before she could get her legs around him. He knew well from experience that the moment those legs got wrapped around his waist he wasn't getting anywhere and neither was she.

He had a way of saying things that just made her melt all inside, like she was a giant sentient marshmellow and not a woman who had seen horrible things in the few years she'd had on the planet.

"Love you," she said, waiting for him to come back.

While the shower heated up, Eamon came back to kiss her again and murmur, "Love you, too, pet." And he really did. For Eamon the question of retiring was dependent upon one thing: her. He would retire when she was ready to settle with him. He didn't tell her that, though, because she was just barely twenty years old and that sort of thing tended to scare off women her age. But it was there in the back of his head.

Eamon's hands slid under the shirt Laurie wore and slipped up her sides, pulling the cloth higher as they moved up until he could pull the entire thing off her and drop it onto the floor beside them.

Laurie brushed her fingers tenderly over his cheek, grinning at the feel of stubble. "I should start calling you scruffy."

He rugged his cheek into her hand and gave her an amused smile. "Aye, you could do that. But then I'd never shave out of respect of maintaining the image lest you become something of a liar for inappropriate nicknaming."

Laurie laughed, hopping down off the countertop and taking his hand. "You say that like I'd protest," she replied, pulling him toward the shower. "Come on scruffy, time to get clean."