[For Cami, this is the first night time has granted her to stitch together this memory, and she tries at first to make it last. Even as sleep pulls at her she fights it, holds her eyes open for just a few moments longer until she no longer can. Eventually slumber claims her, but even that is something sweet; there are few moments, after all, that she can color as safe ones, ones that leave her truly peaceful and content.
They have fought this for a long time, and with good reason. Later, they will have to think of those reasons, the truth of what this night and each after mean--but Cami is too tired, too happy when she drifts off. Those thoughts can be banished for a time in favor of the simplicity of this night.
She sleeps, and if she dreams she doesn’t remember--that in and of itself a blessing for someone haunted by nightmares. When morning comes she’s slow to wake, even as his touch coaxes her back from that blissful darkness. His touch reminds her of where she is, draws a smile from her lips as memories create her first thoughts: the eagerness of their kisses, the intensity of his gaze.
The heady rush that comes from surrendering to something she’s wanted for ages.
Cami doesn’t yet want that perfect night to end, even as the morning light colors what she sees behind closed eyes. But Klaus’s fingers make a tempting lure, and Cami slowly turns to close that small gap between them. Reality will set in soon, all the things they have to face now that this attraction has become something more. For now, however, she burrows close to him, presses herself against him with her head tucked in at the crook of his neck.]
“G’morning.” [Her greeting softly spoken, she slips a hand around his waist. She hopes that whether he’s spent his night sleeping or keeping watch, that this morning he still feels the happiness that she does, the contentment that has her smile simply because she must.]
Re: morning of november 3rd.
They have fought this for a long time, and with good reason. Later, they will have to think of those reasons, the truth of what this night and each after mean--but Cami is too tired, too happy when she drifts off. Those thoughts can be banished for a time in favor of the simplicity of this night.
She sleeps, and if she dreams she doesn’t remember--that in and of itself a blessing for someone haunted by nightmares. When morning comes she’s slow to wake, even as his touch coaxes her back from that blissful darkness. His touch reminds her of where she is, draws a smile from her lips as memories create her first thoughts: the eagerness of their kisses, the intensity of his gaze.
The heady rush that comes from surrendering to something she’s wanted for ages.
Cami doesn’t yet want that perfect night to end, even as the morning light colors what she sees behind closed eyes. But Klaus’s fingers make a tempting lure, and Cami slowly turns to close that small gap between them. Reality will set in soon, all the things they have to face now that this attraction has become something more. For now, however, she burrows close to him, presses herself against him with her head tucked in at the crook of his neck.]
“G’morning.” [Her greeting softly spoken, she slips a hand around his waist. She hopes that whether he’s spent his night sleeping or keeping watch, that this morning he still feels the happiness that she does, the contentment that has her smile simply because she must.]