She blushed under his touch, watching him affectionately before leaning forward and kissing him deeply.
He kissed her back immediately, his hand moving through her dark hair slowly as he slipped his free arm around her waist.
His hand cupped her jaw and his thumb brushed her lower lip thoughtfully as he considered her. He gave her a small smile before kissing her forehead. "You should sleep."
His laugh was low and he embraced her, resting his head on top of hers. "You're sweet. Hopefully, this won't happen every time."
Dion woke, his eyes fluttering open. He looked down at the sleeping figure beside him and softened, brushing her hair back. *** Jaz was asleep peacefully, his arms around Lucy. *** Blaise was asleep as well, still holding on to Ellis.
She was much more relaxed in sleep, although it still seemed that she would be able to jump up at a moment's notice, her lips pursed almost disapprovingly. She leaned into his touch, her mouth brushing the palm of his hand, and her dark hair cushioned her head as she slept, acting as a pillow. * * * Lucy's arms were wrapped around Jaz's neck, her temple resting against his jaw. She stirred blearily, her eyes fluttering open as she looked around in confusion. * * * Ellis had been awake for hours, watching the sunrise and still holding Blaise in his arms. He had sat up slightly, though, looking around to try to figure out how to remove himself from her grasp without waking her up.
He sighed, leaning against her gently as he closed his eyes again. He relaxed, feeling at peace and comfortable. *** He shifted, muttering slightly, didn't wake, remaining asleep. *** She turned, her arms loosening as he sat up slightly.
She shifted awake, her eyes opening as she looked up at the sky. She squinted, sitting up and looking at the rising sun with a frown. * * * She looked down at him, her brow furrowing worriedly as she tried to gauge whether or not he was having a nightmare. * * * He stood up, pulling the blanket up to her shoulder, standing and stretching before going over to the fire, stirring the tinders.
He opened his eyes curiously. "Aisling?" *** He seemed to be fine, his expression relaxed. *** The fire sparked slowly, burning a bit.
She tilted her head to look down at him thoughtfully, raising one eyebrow. Her posture was ready for action despite the recency of her sleep; her back was straight and alert. "Yes?" * * * She relaxed at this analysis, burying her face in his shoulder again. * * * He pursed his lips before going over to the car, pulling out the ingredients for breakfast.
He reached up, his hand brushing her back slowly. "You okay?" *** He moved closer to her, his head resting against hers. *** She yawned, propping herself up on her arm sleepily.
She blinked curiously, her gaze flickering to his hand instinctively for a moment before returning to his eyes. "I'm alright," she confirmed, raising one eyebrow. "Are you okay?" * * * She considered this, hesitating for a moment as her fingers brushed through his hair comfortingly. * * * He didn't notice, beginning to cook some eggs in the pan over the coals.
