#00.02 Diego Hargreeves 🔪 The Kraken (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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f20202020-09-08 07:05 am
deadlycurves) wrote in f20202020-09-08 07:05 am
deadlycurves) wrote in f20202020-09-08 07:05 am
@candobetter {For better or worse, one night or the rest of my life
Sunlight filters gently into the room between the blinds and he tries to cling to the last remnants of sleep, seal himself away back into it before consciousness actually steals the chance away from him entirely. Doesn't work... it never does, he's not the kind of person that can sink so easily back into sleep once any slightest scrap of awareness peeks at the edges of his mind. Still, being awake doesn't mean he has to move from the bed just yet. There's nothing pressing on his schedule for the day, so he can just take a moment to relax in the quiet morning moments.
He turns his head on the pillow to look at the woman next to him and he can't stop the smile that breaks across his face at the sight of her, hair haphazard and in her face, completely dead to the world. Things never were absolutely perfect, they had moments especially in the earliest days of their relationship, where the push and pull didn't feel like it would give way to them actually ending up together. But somehow, it worked out and he's eternally grateful that it did.
Diego groans softly and instead of succumbing to the perils of wakefulness, he shifts and curls an arm around Lila's waist, tugging her close and buries his face in the crook of her neck. He might wake her up, or he could end up drifting back off, which really wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. What else are Saturdays for anyway, if not for lazing in bed with his girlfriend, relaxed and comfortable still trying to cling to the edges of sleep?
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She keeps her eyes closed, not quite faking sleep but unwilling to quite give up on it yet and disturb the peace, fingers finding Diego’s hair to gently comb through it in attempt to lull him back into it as well. When she first met Diego, she never imagined such a side to him. She never imagined such a side to herself, content and… safe, despite everything else going on in the world. She curls up closer in his embrace, lazily putting together a small list of things to do for the morning: getting dressed, making coffee, going for a run, a shower, starting breakfast if she doesn’t end up stopping somewhere during the run instead…
Lila dismisses them all, except maybe the coffee, if she can ever find the motivation to actually get out of bed. She could stay like this forever, she thinks. And then says so, with lips pressed against Diego’s shoulder. It comes out more of a mumble.
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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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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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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.