Room 405, Sunday Morning

[fly_so_serious]

So Joker and Eleanor still hadn't had a real discussion about, well, moving forward without breaking his hand again. Nor had they spent any more time talking about the pornography he'd put on her phone. They'd come back tired from the dance, and had made out for a while and then fallen asleep

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[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor made a distinct sort of "mmrmph"ing noise and wriggled in closer to tuck her head under Joker's chin.

When did this become so normal, so comfortable, so okay? It had to be vacation. They'd bedded down together every night, and now sometimes it felt weird to sleep in a bed alone.

She was never going to admit that out loud. Just like she wasn't going to admit she was awake yet. Not if she didn't have to.

He might make her get up, and that was not happening. This was far too cozy.

[fly_so_serious]

She was absolutely gorgeous, lying there asleep. Waking her up would ruin the tableau... but he wanted to talk to her, and kiss some more, and spend the morning together.

"Hey, Beautiful," Joker whispered, as he stroked her hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Did you say 'mmrrmph', or 'hrrngh'?"

[nobloodymessiah]

This noise was more long and protracted, and had a few whimpering notes put in. Eleanor was going to be very cross with Joker, as soon as she could work up the energy to do so.

She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, planning up some kind of cutting remark that would indicate she was fully awake and coherent, and displeased with his insistence on ruining a very nice dream.

What actually came out was a huffy sort of noise.

... Close enough.

[fly_so_serious]

Well, she could be cross afterward. "That's adorable, Joker told her. He planted a kiss on her nose. "Good morning, sweet princess. I'm bored and I miss you."