She was still sleepy, and her body was warm but fluid next to his. She turned to bury her face in his neck. "Weirdly enough," she murmured, "I'm not sad that we missed it."
"Agreed, then," she said, kissing a line up his neck before finding his lips. "We'll just stay here."
She dozed in and out of consciousness. When she slept, her face turned almost innocent; her brow relaxed and her dark eyelashes fanned across her cheek. She turned her head into his chest, shifting slightly to get a better position.
Francis relaxed for a moment, not sleeping but enjoying the moment. Inevitably, he ended up going back to sleep, naturally bringing his other arm around and pulling her into an embrace.
Poppy's legs curled slightly while she slept, her left knee sandwiched between the two of his. When she finally woke, she noticed that the sky outside had grown considerably darker. She turnEd her head into his neck, and lightly kissed a line along his collarbone. "Francis," she murmured. "I think it's time for dinner."
He inhaled deeply, his eyebrows furrowing. "Ehh. Alright, I'm awake," he said lowly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
Her eyes closed when he kissed her, and she looked up at him with a wry smile. "We slept a day away."
