Dream
Lyle was curled up next to Anew in his bed, the soft glow from the monitor casts them into strange shadows. Her head is resting against his chest, their bodies curled together to close any gaps between them though they were both clothed. His face is buried in her hair, inhaling her gentle scent as he rubbed her arm with his thumb.
"This is the first time I've ever shared a bed with somebody," Anew mumbled shyly, shifting her head to stare up at him. Lyle couldn't stop the smile from coming to his face, she really was too cute. His hand came to rest on her back.
"It's a good feeling, isn't it?" Lyle couldn't say he'd shared a bed too many times in his life, but it was a comforting feeling, especially on ship that seemed always be cold and stale. Unlike Anew, whose shyness made her seem to him to be the only real person on the Ptolemaios.
"It makes it seem less lonely," she murmured and Lyle could tell she was starting to drift off. Less lonely, maybe that's why he'd invited her here in the first place or talked to her at all. Romance had just made sense, he'd wanted her, wanted that warm feeling he got when she was around, and so went to get her.
Lyle shifted to better hold her as she slept, his cheek against her forehead, surprised to realize he really felt a little less empty inside. He vaguely wondered as he drifted off, if she did too.
[sounding confused and a little angry] The hell is this thing?
"This is the first time I've ever shared a bed with somebody," Anew mumbled shyly, shifting her head to stare up at him. Lyle couldn't stop the smile from coming to his face, she really was too cute. His hand came to rest on her back.
"It's a good feeling, isn't it?" Lyle couldn't say he'd shared a bed too many times in his life, but it was a comforting feeling, especially on ship that seemed always be cold and stale. Unlike Anew, whose shyness made her seem to him to be the only real person on the Ptolemaios.
"It makes it seem less lonely," she murmured and Lyle could tell she was starting to drift off. Less lonely, maybe that's why he'd invited her here in the first place or talked to her at all. Romance had just made sense, he'd wanted her, wanted that warm feeling he got when she was around, and so went to get her.
Lyle shifted to better hold her as she slept, his cheek against her forehead, surprised to realize he really felt a little less empty inside. He vaguely wondered as he drifted off, if she did too.
[sounding confused and a little angry] The hell is this thing?