xp_logs | Paige, Angelo and some well deserved rest

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Aftermath, if you will, to this e-mail and ~~proposition~~ demand. Paige and Angelo are quite cute. And tired.

Paige was very pleased with herself. She’d remembered to lock the door, or more so, she’d remembered to order Angelo to lock the door, and so was perfectly content on not moving at all, mostly because she didn’t think she could, and suffocating herself in Angelo’s shoulder.

Angelo was also just fine with post-coital snuggling himself, being equally unsure he had the energy to get out of bed. He tipped her head up for a lazy kiss.

Paige allowed him the kiss, if only because he was moving her head and she didn’t have to, before dropping her head back down. “Once I can move,” she said slowly, as if her tongue needed incentive to move and speaking wasn’t on it’s list, “We are so doing that again.”

Angelo grinned, tangling one hand in her hair, since it was lying there anyway. "Sounds good t'me. When we can move."

“When we can move,” Paige tried to repeat, but it came out as more of a jumbled mess of humming against his chest. It was safe to say she wasn’t totally coherent at the moment.

Angelo, lacking the energy to do much else, tipped his head sideways to brush his lips over her temple. "I love you."

“Love you, too. Very much.” Paige snuggled closer to him, blinking slowly as her eyes were just not wanting to stay fully open. “Mm... I hope these walls are as soundproof as Mr. Marko believes or we have just scarred a whole lot of people for life.”

Angelo chuckled tiredly. "Hadn't thought of that. I figure if they aren't, we can blame him for tellin' us they were." He worked up the energy to move his arms, wrapping them around her securely.

Paige nodded into his shoulder, much like a child and yet hopefully not at all. She was enjoying the warmth, the feeling of safe, loved and wanted. And never, ever hurt. “Not our fault. His fault. I couldn’t be bothered to think that far ahead.”

Angelo drew her as close to him as physically possible, enjoying her warmth rather a lot himself. He let his head drop to nose into her hair.

Yawning, Paige allowed herself a content and satisfied smile. “I don’t want to know, but if you ever get the chance to thank whoever taught you... that, do. For me. In fact, get me their address, we’ll send them a fruit basket.”

Angelo pulled back about a centimetre to grin down at her, laughing a little. "If I ever see her again, I will."

“Mangoes. Lots of mangoes and strawberries,” Paige commented idly, not really speaking to anyone. Smiling a little, her eyes shifted out of focus and she let them close. “I’m going to fall asleep, now. Just for a bit. I’ll be sure to find an interesting way to wake you up.”

Angelo nodded, stroking her skin absently with the hand that wasn't in her hair - he had to admit, he was starting to drift off too. "Yeah, sleep sounds good. For both of us".

And so they did.