She tipped her head back to look at him, her eyes thoughtful and clear. "Morning," she responded. "How'd you sleep?"
"No weird dreams," she confirmed, closing her eyes slightly when he kissed her. She glanced around, recognizing that it wasn't her room, and she frowned, raising an eyebrow. "So, how'd we end up in here?"
"Floors aren't as comfortable as beds, so I took you here. I hope you don't mind," he said, taking a look around the room himself.
He smiled at her, before sitting, removing his arm from under her. He brushed his hair back, looking out of the window. "I need to take a shower. You're welcome to stay," he said, then raised an eyebrow. "Or join me." The last part had a joking tone, as he turned back to her.
She kicked at him playfully, although her face was tinged pink with her sudden blush. "Shame on you," she chided. She sat up, the sheet draping lazily around her frame, and she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Go shower. I am going to go to my room and do the same. "
"Hmph. Fine, don't accept my offer. But I'm probably gonna end up falling back asleep afterwards, so if you need me then I'll be right here," he said, getting up and walking towards the bathroom door.
She followed him, heading for the door to the hallway. "I'll be back," she said cheerfully. She swung open the door and glanced back at him, an affectionate smile on her face. "I like you quite a bit, you know."
He looked at her, then at the door, a small grin on his face. Opening it, he spoke. "Love you, too." He then disappeared into the bathroom.
( Spoiler: My Reaction: ) Poppy stared at the closed bathroom door. She inhaled deeply and then left his room, her heart pounding. She unlocked her door quickly, closed it with a click, and leaned against it. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep the smile from spreading too much, took a deep breath, and went to go take a shower.
(Ah jeez, that reaction made it cuter.) Francis looked in the mirror, disbelief on his face. He put a hand on his head. Did I really just say that? Did last night really happen? What the hell is going on and did I really tell her I love her? Ugh, she probably thinks I'm so stupid. He shook his head, then got ready to take a shower.
(Alrighty!) Poppy pulled on a deep blue blouse over her head. The fabric was smooth but light, perfect for the warm weather they had recently been experiencing. She tied her shoelaces with a neat bow, and left her room, heading back over to Francis' side. She knocked three times quietly, leaning against the wall while she waited.
The door opened, Francis standing there. He fidgeted with the black tie he was wearing, before looking up. "Ah. You're lucky you came while I was awake," he joked, looking back at the bed.
"Oh?" she asked, grinning up at him. "Maybe it wasn't luck at all. Maybe you were waiting just inside of the doors to let me in. That sounds about right to me."
He crossed his arms, going back and sitting at the foot of the bed. "I'm not a weirdo. I was lying down when you knocked on the door."
"Oh, I'm sure that's what it was," she teased, following him into the room. She raised an eyebrow as her watch buzzed and she sat down next to him while checking it. "Hm," she said, twisting it around her wrist. "Looks like we have that meeting in about half an hour."
