His face changed with understanding and he nodded, taking her hand. “Gotcha. We don’t need to go there.”
About a week later, Calliope and Ben were supposed to meet the Queen in the war room. They were asleep the morning of the meeting.
He started laughing, his eyes still closed. His voice was low and warm in his chest. "Kidding, Cal. It's only 10:00."
His hands slipped around her and he kissed the top of her head. "Can't make the Queen wait, can we?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.
He laughed, his eyes opening as he looked down at her affectionately. "Fine. Are you going to shower?"
She was watching him affectionately, her hand reaching up and brushing his hair back gently. "I ought to bring some clothes to your room so I can stay longer."