{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

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[deadlycurves]

He feels her wriggling her feet free of the blankets, but he doesn't dare say a word at the risk of ruining this all too perfect moment just yet. Her fingers find their way into his hair and there's a soft noise of approval resting in the back of his throat. She could do that all day, for all he cared, because it feels so damn nice. When Lila curls closer into him, it's like two jagged pieces of something that shouldn't fit, but still do; they were no lost puzzle pieces, they weren't that whole or perfect to be, but they still worked in ways neither of them might have ever really expected. And then she goes and says something like that, and Diego almost hates how things like that still make him feel that over-the-top giddy kick in his chest (except in all the ways he doesn't hate it, at all). "Mmm...me too," he mutters back quietly, still not moving away from where he's buried himself against her. "nothing says we have to move from this bed today." he points out, smirking, despite her inability to see it right now.

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From the tone of his voice Lila can imagine the shape of his lopsided smirk just fine from being on the receiving end of it so often. She mirrors it, fondly, like she does so much else, before tilting her head to capture the smirk in her own mouth to confirm. There's a brush of noses, a small laugh of satisfaction, and Lila kicks away more of the blankets in favor of tangling their legs together instead.

Her toenails badly need trimming, but she slowly drags them up the back of Diego's calf. "Is that a challenge?" she asks, now propped up on her elbow and staring down from her slight vantage over him, because neither of them are all that good at backing down once one is issued.

She brushes a few strands of his ruffled bedhair off his forehead, a small twirl of a lock around her finger. It's a good length on him. "I love everything about you," she mutters, and it's not what she expects to say, intended some sort of stakes for the first one out of bed like having to make breakfast (or lunch, or dinner, depending on when they finally rolled out.)

But she can't take it back, and Lila realizes she really doesn't want to, because it's the sort of thing that Diego deserves. Even when she worries deep down that she's not the right type to give it.

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“You got some claws, woman,” he teases her, laughing playfully and he lifts his eyebrow at the idea of a challenge. “Maybe it is.”

That cocksure grin only gets wider as she leans up over him, because she looks ready to lay the rules to the game down and he loves it when they have these wholly uninterrupted mornings like this. Everything a game, a bet, and—

Any other time, he’d have some quip to throw back at her, about how everything was a tall order to fill and was she sure about that? or an eye roll and a dismissive yeah right that’s playful as it is doubtful. But not today. Not when her voice drops so soft and full of that word in the middle there. When she’s looking at him like he’s the only thing in the entire universe that even exists right now. The kind of sound in her voice, look in her eyes, that is so intense it can still, even these years later, make something nervous and excited flutter in his stomach.

The smile that breaks across his face is pure, unmitigated joy and he reaches up to cup the back of her head with one hand, a guide to bring her toward him. “I love you too, baby,” he mutters before he closes the remaining few inches between them.

Diego shifts flat against the mattress, pulling Lila with him and into his lap in the same second, his arm snaking around her to pull her impossibly closer. There is an intensity behind it that’s undeniable, unavoidable, as he pours so much into that kiss that he isn’t sure how to put into words. He’s always been better at showing than telling.