[You know what? That's good enough. He'd feel like a jerk without asking, but that fear is swept away by Haru's barely-murmur, which might indicate how set he was on napping on the couch with Haru.
So, again, he tugs the blanket gently so it settles across him comfortably, shifts a little to bring his legs up and curls himself up into a cushion — contorted but comfortable. Like a cat. And like a cat, he just figures they'll doze off for a bit, wake up in the dead of the night/early morning, and return to their beds properly. What's the harm?
Sleep takes him, eventually. It ends up being a little longer than a "nap."
And after watching so much LotR, is it any surprise that Eddie's brain spits out a similarly-themed dream for him to revel in? It's all bits and pieces and mixed-up scenes, like dreams tend to be; though the most prominent part he'll remember when he wakes up is Rivendell and its pale, elegant architecture lording over long-spilling waterfalls. The squares, the streets, the faces. The breeze as he wanders into courtyards dotted with the shade of swaying trees overhead.
…And maybe another reason he remembers Rivendell the best is because Haru's there. Dressed in long and luxurious fabrics, much like all the elves do in this city. He greets her happily, of course, when he sees her. That much is no different than their exchanges in the waking world. But there is a point amid their conversation about this new, beautiful city that shifts into a different tone — she stands a little too close, someone says something a little too flirty, maybe his eyes wander along the way the fabric clings to her curves in very specific places. Because, inhibitions gone out the window in a dream, he finds him leaning in for a kiss, and her kissing him back.
And then he's touching her; they're touching each other. Probably a little too steamily for standing out amid a courtyard in public, but his mind then supplies them with a new setting, indoors, with a four-poster bed awaiting them, its frame carved beautifully—
The rest of the dream is a blur, but it's definitely kind of a spicy one, and he can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse that he just… wakes up in the middle of it, feeling a little too warm, wrapped up in this blanket like it's trying to cling to every inch of his body, sitting up straight and more than a little disoriented.]
Ah… dude, what…
[What’s happening? Right. He fell asleep on the couch after a long LotR watch session. With Haru. Haru, who watched the movie with him, Haru, who began to doze off, Haru, who's still there next to him, Haru of whom he had a not exactly PG-related dream about—
Oh. He glances aside at her, brow furrowing, cheeks still a little flushed.]
this got SO LONG
So, again, he tugs the blanket gently so it settles across him comfortably, shifts a little to bring his legs up and curls himself up into a cushion — contorted but comfortable. Like a cat. And like a cat, he just figures they'll doze off for a bit, wake up in the dead of the night/early morning, and return to their beds properly. What's the harm?
Sleep takes him, eventually. It ends up being a little longer than a "nap."
And after watching so much LotR, is it any surprise that Eddie's brain spits out a similarly-themed dream for him to revel in? It's all bits and pieces and mixed-up scenes, like dreams tend to be; though the most prominent part he'll remember when he wakes up is Rivendell and its pale, elegant architecture lording over long-spilling waterfalls. The squares, the streets, the faces. The breeze as he wanders into courtyards dotted with the shade of swaying trees overhead.
…And maybe another reason he remembers Rivendell the best is because Haru's there. Dressed in long and luxurious fabrics, much like all the elves do in this city. He greets her happily, of course, when he sees her. That much is no different than their exchanges in the waking world. But there is a point amid their conversation about this new, beautiful city that shifts into a different tone — she stands a little too close, someone says something a little too flirty, maybe his eyes wander along the way the fabric clings to her curves in very specific places. Because, inhibitions gone out the window in a dream, he finds him leaning in for a kiss, and her kissing him back.
And then he's touching her; they're touching each other. Probably a little too steamily for standing out amid a courtyard in public, but his mind then supplies them with a new setting, indoors, with a four-poster bed awaiting them, its frame carved beautifully—
The rest of the dream is a blur, but it's definitely kind of a spicy one, and he can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse that he just… wakes up in the middle of it, feeling a little too warm, wrapped up in this blanket like it's trying to cling to every inch of his body, sitting up straight and more than a little disoriented.]
Ah… dude, what…
[What’s happening? Right. He fell asleep on the couch after a long LotR watch session. With Haru. Haru, who watched the movie with him, Haru, who began to doze off, Haru, who's still there next to him, Haru of whom he had a not exactly PG-related dream about—
Oh. He glances aside at her, brow furrowing, cheeks still a little flushed.]
Ohhh, crap.