"We could do that," she agreed. "Seeing as how our conversation has run dry, I can think of nothing better to do."
She smiled, and her arm rested along his sternum so that her fingers could feel his heartbeat. Her other hand rubbed slow circles on the back of his neck. "Hm," she murmured eventually, her voice sounding a lot sleepier than before. "I almost forgot. We have another meeting at 3 today."
"Another?" he mumbled. "Already?" A low groan of annoyance sounded from the back of his throat, but it seemed more tired. "Alright then."
She kissed his cheek softly. "At least they're always short," she said soothingly. "They're just... inconvenient."
She took her arm off his chest and checked her watch. "It just turned noon," she said. "If you're tired, we could sleep for a while."
He relaxed, his breathing soft. "Alright. Love you." His voice was quiet, and he was already losing his train of thought.
"Love you too, Francis," she murmured, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep. (Do you want to take control of the next nation?)
(Yeah, sure. I'm not sure if I'll be good at it, but it's worth a try haha.) He soon followed after, still and silent as they both slept.
(Zoop!) Poppy's watch beeped at around 2:30, and she stirred sleepily. She felt warm and she didn't want to move, but she stretched and kissed Francis' cheek to wake him up. "Francis, we have to go to the meeting now," she said gently.
He shifted. "I'm up, I'm up." His voice was husky from sleep, but he went to sit up anyways, putting his hands behind him to push himself up, only to reminded by a sharp pain that it was still sprained. "Ah! Damn thing."
"You okay?" she asked, sitting up next to him immediately. Her hair was frizzy from sleep, but her eyes were already bright and alert.
"Fine. It doesn't hurt too bad when there's no pressure." He shook his head, then looked down. "I managed to forget somehow. Could, uh, could you fix my tie? I'm nervous it will hurt if I try."
"Of course," she said gently, leaning forward. Her fingers were quick and she straightened it and fixed it to the base of his throat. "There," she said. "Now you're perfect."
He kissed her cheek. "Thanks, love- I mean Poppy. Sorry if you don't want to be called that," he said, stuttering a bit, then stood up, undoing the fort.
