Something Creative (One-on-One)

The next morning, Petra’s face was buried in his chest.

 

She mumbled distractedly in her sleep, her finds curling in his shirt.

 

She was still fast asleep, her body warm against his. Her face was sweeter in sleep, less sarcastic and closed off. Her fingers were curled into the fabric of his shirt trustingly, and her head rested next to his heart. There was something strangely endearing about how evident her trust towards him was.

 

She was close to him, but she shifted when he woke, mumbling under her breath something about turquoise.

 

Her brow furrowed, but she moved, allowing him to get his arm out from under her head.

 

She instantly returned to him, shifting comfortably as she rested her head on his chest.

"But we only need three cups of mercury," she told him sleepily, still dreaming.

 

“Don’t forget it, okay?” she murmured.

 

She murmured something unintelligible before turning her face into his chest again.

 

She stirred several minutes later, her eyes opening slowly as her brow furrowed in confusion. She sat up, pushing her dark hair back.

 

She looked down at him and her expression softened. She settled back down, lying next to him again, her head resting on his chest.