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He’s cognizant of every point of contact, everywhere that their bodies fall together. Arms and legs trap the consultant in his bed, draped across him like a warm blanket from the dryer. Warm skin bathed in sun kissed freckles like a nebula.
Lucas always wakes up first, his internal clock a well oiled machine. That time could be spent being productive. Instead he spends it in bed, memorizing the ebb and flow of the slumbering elf’s breath. Ghostly touches trace the dark specks like faded trails across a treasure map.
And that map leads right here, to this moment, two bodies tangled in sheets Lucas had spent all that afternoon pushing himself to get up and clean for the elf with far higher standards than himself.
Just to make it look like he cared. Like he was being held together with more than bandaids and self-preservation. As though this wasn’t the one and only thing Lucas had looked forward to all weeks.
The off chance of a gorgeous wizard dropping by his empty home, his long body taking up his entire couch while they bitch about work until they were tasting beer long since drunk on each other’s lips.
The taste was on his tongue now, mixed with red lipstick that lingered on his teeth. He licked at it as his stomach panged with want for food. But Lucas didn’t budge an inch, unwilling to lose a second of this little slice of peace. Before the Reclaimer inevitably stirred awake, and off away he went to his home in the sky. And then only the Gods would when he’d grow bored enough to knock on the scientist’s door again.
Breakfast could wait. Breakfast would always be there, Lucas reasoned, memorizing the weight of Taako’s arms around his waist. Tucked in bed with starlight.