Room 206, Sometime before the end of the Rooftop Dance

[dark_slippy_thing]

So, it had been a painfully long trek from the roof down to the second floor, but at least Valentine's lips had managed to sway his body into taking Namine away from the dance a little early and leaving his mind behind somewhere on the roof. It was all so much more interesting without his mind present, and he was somewhat certain that they had managed to ditch her mind as well.

Not that he was complaining at all as he closed the door behind them.

(For the girlfriend! I'm not sure where we're going to go with this, so read at your own discretion?)

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[dark_slippy_thing]

"Please, don't go," he said quickly- possibly too quickly to put up even the slightest pretense of poise or pride that he usually bothered with. "I don't know myself if this is what lovers- real lovers, people who whisk one another off for... for falling like that? I don't know if that's what they do. I don't have any more experience than you do in being this sort of close, though I can't say I wouldn't do it all over again with you if it happened again. And I can't imagine being any less amazed. And why in the world do you keep saying you'd only wake me up? I can't imagine you're any less tired than I am right now."

Good old trusty attention-deficit mind.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé barely hesitated before placing an arm around his neck and kissing him, gently but insistently, letting them both fall back onto the bed again.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I was only trying to --" one hand brushing itself over his cheek, the mask, his jawline "-- to have things not be awkward. You can see what a spectacular job I've done at that. I won't doubt you. I didn't, really, I just didn't know ... if this was ..."

She was tired of going in circles with that. "And I'm exhausted, truthfully. But I won't be able to sleep here. I can barely sleep in my room as it is."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine allowed himself to breathe again. Okay. This wasn't anything personal. This was good to know.

"It still isn't awkward," he said softly. "I'm still amazed, too amazed to be awkward, I think. You're still beautiful."

He shifted his weight so that he was sitting, propped up against his headboard, and gently pulled her into his lap, so that she was propped against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"You're safe here, you know," he ventured, going out on a limb to address her inability to sleep. "I promised I would catch you."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé rested her head against his chest, marvelling at how she could feel his words echo when he talked. It almost tickled.

Nothing had ever been so comfortable.

"I know," she said softly. "I started trusting Fandom soon after I got here, I think. I can sleep most nights. Alea helps a great deal. But it's still hard to fall asleep, more so in rooms I don't know. And the least noise and I'm up again."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"This really is a very quiet room," he assured her. "And nobody will come in here in the middle of the night. There won't be noise."

There wouldn't be noise if he had to hold his breath all bloody night, he'd be sure of it.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"It's all right," she said, cuddling in a little. "I'm not leaving yet. This is very nice, by the way."

[dark_slippy_thing]

He smiled, cuddling right back a little. "It is rather nice, isn't it?" It was a soft sort of revelation. Cuddling was nice. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of sitting here like this."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"We should test that theory," she murmured. "I have rather a lot of free time, you know. It could be an important scientific discovery."

[dark_slippy_thing]

He couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Any evening, afternoon, free moment, or entire week off that you feel we ought to conduct such an experiment, I'm all yours," he insisted. "Anything in the name of science, you understand."

The grin that was toying at his lips complimented his lighthearted tone rather adequately.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"You're too kind, really," she said, leaning up to kiss the side of his jaw before curling back up once more. "Very dedicated to science."

After a few moments, she said, "What do people normally do for pyjamas? In situations like this."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had the very sudden notion that he actually rather liked science in this world.

"I could lend you one of my t-shirts, if you don't want to wrinkle your dress," he decided. "I daresay it would be large enough on you to work."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I was only curious," she demurred. "I'll probably not stay, after all, and why would it be any better to wrinkle your shirt than my dress? But what do you usually sleep in?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"My shirts are usually wrinkled anyhow," Valentine replied with a small, dismissive wave of his hand before he returned it to where it had been a moment before. "And I typically just sleep in whatever I happen to be wearing at the time. Tonight it looks as though I'll be sleeping in pants."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"Won't that be uncomfortable?" Naminé sat up sharply, eyes wide. "By all means. Change. Don't let me keep you from that, please."

[dark_slippy_thing]

He shook his head again, dismissively, and continued to smile.

"I really don't have anything to change into," he noted. "Just more of the same, really. My wardrobe has very little in the way of variety, I suppose. But if you'd like to change, I could grab you a shirt."

He was not giving this one up so easily.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"You should get pyjamas," she observed. "I haven't much in the way of wardrobe variety either; probably less than you do, for that matter. But a nice pair of comfortable pyjamas are wonderful to fall asleep in. Very cozy for lounging around, as well."

[dark_slippy_thing]

He smiled at her. What else was there to do, really? Smile and nod and accept that she was trying to impose pyjamas on his wardrobe. He wasn't certain his trousers would be able to accept the rejection.

"We'll see," he grinned. "The clothing I have is worn in so very nicely, at the moment."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"Is it?" she asked, her voice a little more drifty than its usual. "Your t-shirts, as well? And you're sure that you don't need to change, really?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I really have nothing to change into," he insisted, shaking his head a little. "My t-shirts are probably more worn than my trousers, as they seem to have a habit of needing to be replaced more often..."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé sat up, still hesitant, and gave him a long look as though she were deciding something.

"I would hate to contribute to the downfall of your shirts," she said with a soft smile.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Somehow, I doubt my shirts would mind all that much," he said, grinning.

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[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"It might look a bit ridiculous on me," Naminé said, standing up a little and stretching out somewhat like a cat. Her voice was still heavier than its usual, a touch slower. "You're rather taller than I am, you know."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Well, we know, at least, that you won't have to worry about catching a draft," he observed, "as it's likely to come down to your knees, at least."

There would have been a wink included in there, if only he could.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé lifted his shirt from its place on the floor and shook it out slightly. "I'm not promising to stay, you understand," she said, pulling it over her head in a swift motion.

It had taken all of her restraint not to sniff it. Not out of fastidiousness, but rather the opposite; she was hoping that it would smell like Valentine.

She pulled her arms inside the shirt to peel the dress off, letting it pool around her ankles before kicking it away. Her arms found the sleeves again and she turned, almost sheepish. "No laughing if I look a mess."

[dark_slippy_thing]

The sight of Naminé swimming around inside a t-shirt that was so big on her it might as well have been a dress was, to say the very least, too adorable for Valentine not to grin at.

"You make the shirt look good," he remarked, giving her a satisfied nod.