Sparks!

He fell silent, his hand resting conservatively on her waist. Despite the fact that the air seemed clearer between them, he still seemed hesitant.

 

She would be able to feel how tense he was. However, as he slowly drifted off, he scooted closer to her, resting his forehead against her neck.

 

(Zoop!)

The next morning, Ben had moved closer to her still. His face was still in her neck, but his arms were also fully wrapped around her waist, her body adjacent to his.

 

He shifted when she woke, pulling her closer to him. His face turned a little, his hair brushing her skin.

 

He leaned into her touch, his face unusually untroubled in sleep. He had slight stubble on his chin, and his jawline was sharp and set, but besides from that, he seemed almost boylike, his face soft and unperturbed.

 

He shifted awake after a moment, lifting his head slightly.

"...Cal...?"

 

He relaxed, closing his eyes again.

"Hello," he said quietly, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

 

"Mm... it's nice to sleep in a bed again," he replied quietly. "What about you?"

 

He stretched out next to her, still dozing a little.

"How's your back?"

 

"It's the magyck and general distaste for conflict," he replied with a small laugh.