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[pokerplayereyes]

It still felt very strange to not always have something to do with his time. As a Nightwatchman, his life had divided very cleanly down the middle -- either he was on the street, or he was in his bed. Either he was on his feet or he was on his back. He'd never had time to, say, sit in the sun with bare feet and drink coffee while the woman he

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[un_gloved]

Rogue stirred quietly, turning her face against the place where Ned usually slept and stretcher her arm out across it. She pulled in a breath and then stretched, slowly, and yawned, and then went back to lying still.

She felt like she could go right back to sleep, with the sound of the ocean and the rustle of the palms, but she pushed herself up onto her elbows instead, sheet sliding down her back to rest on the curve of her waist. She glanced around the hut, at the signs Ned was around- armor, mostly, so he wasn't off patrolling- and signs of her, which would be clothes dropped in piles. Not a lot of clothes, but some, nonetheless. She got out of bed without picking any of them up, just wrapping the white sheet around her and walking out across the sand, wiping sleep from her eyes and ignoring her hair as it moved in a wild, tousled mes around her.

"Mmmmmn's beautiful out," she said, stopping next to him.

[pokerplayereyes]

"Afternoon, darlin'."

He looked up at her and, not for the first time (and, surely, not for the last) he was struck by how utterly beautiful she was first thing in the morning.

He traced his hand up her thigh over the sheet.

"An' it always is beautiful here, isn't it?"

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"Yeah," she said, smiling a little and huffing a quiet laugh, leaning slightly into his hand, "even when it's cold 'n snowin'."

[pokerplayereyes]

"I like this better than the snow," said Ned, his hand resting at the top of her thigh where it curved up into her ass. "I don't have to worry about my toes while I'm drinking my tea."