"Okay," she said agreeably, shrugging her coat off her shoulders to reveal her pajamas before hanging it up on the coat rack. "In the morning."
"You're drunk, Craw," she said amusedly, reaching up to hold his face in her hands and kissing him lightly, noting the slight scent of alcohol.
She pulled him to the bedroom, her hand small but warm in his. "Do you have work tomorrow? Do you know?"
They entered the room and she flopped onto the bed, lying on her stomach. "Do you know at what time? Maybe we could go tomorrow morning."
She sat up and crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and kissing his jaw. "I'm glad you're home," she murmured. "Even if you are drunk."
She grinned before kissing his earlobe. "You should change," she said quietly. "You'll feel gross in the morning if you go to bed in your work clothes."
"Good," she said, kissing his cheek. She stood up and stretched. "I'm going to go get you an aspirin and some water, and you're going to change in the meantime. Okay?"
He stood and quickly got changed, making sure head extra time to pull all of the sheets off the bed and onto the floor.
Poppy came back in with a cup of water and a couple of aspirin, and she frowned when she saw the sheets. "Francis..." she began slowly.
