Memories | Closed
He was half-aware that something had changed, that there wasn’t a weight, however slight it was to him, on him— but he didn’t wake, instead managing to shift his limbs into even more comfortable positions. He had slept thusly since he was a child, stretched out fearlessly with limbs all akimbo and haphazard. He had been known to sleep in uncomfortable positions, even, without trouble, though he would sometimes awake with an arm that had fallen asleep.
Though he was quite comfortable, a combination of routine, the sunlight, and the feeling of being watched was enough to make him shift, opening his eyes to assess where he’d fallen asleep now.
Jane saw his eyes open and walked over to him, kneeling down in front of the couch and leaning in to kiss him softly, gently. “Morning,” she murmured, and moved so she could get back onto the couch with him, situating herself comfortably against him again, facing him and moulding herself against his body. “Sorry if I woke you.”
This was something she hadn’t actually seen before, even when he’d stayed with her upon first arriving on Earth. She’d never seen him just after he woke up, and even if he hadn’t said or done much yet, she still found her heart warming from it. It was going to be strange, and difficult, when he had to leave again, but for now, she wouldn’t think about it. For now, this was more than enough, being held against him, her face a couple of inches away from his.
This was probably what heaven felt like.
His eyes found hers, and his face was easing into a smile before he was fully aware of it. ”Good morning, Jane.” he murmured, his voice a little thick with grogginess. He grunted as she moved back onto the couch with him, arms automatically settling themselves around her, accepting that she’d want to be there without any question or awkward hesitation. His sleepy smile hadn’t eased, and he lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. ”How did you sleep?”
Jane smiled just from the sound of his voice, eyes closing for a moment as his hand moved across her head. She sighed, then, opening her eyes again and shrugging a bit. “Okay, I guess,” she murmured. “I’ve had better nights.” Which was unfortunate, because laying on the couch and sleeping with Thor should have been a lot more enjoyable than it had turned out to be.
Well, before she fell asleep and after she woke up were turning out to be enjoyable, anyway. Now she’d just have to convince him to stay over in her bedroom. How much different was that from her couch, anyway?