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It was something small that woke her up, something like a door latching or clothes hitting the floor, and even then she wasn’t completely awake. It wasn’t until the blankets lifted up that Ysabell found herself blinking away intense grogginess in an attempt to recognize who she was staring at.
“Oh gods, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up,” said the person hovering overhead. Ysabell rubbed her eyes, groaning as her brain finally switched on.
“Mmmort?” she managed, squinting. The vague outline of a smile entered her vision and she tried to replicate it. Mort laughed softly and leaned forward, kissing Ysabell on the forehead.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, “Carriage wheel broke and we got stuck for a couple hours.”
Ysabell slid her arms around his neck, hugging herself against him. “That’s alright.”
“I’d’ve said goodnight to Susan but, well, you know.”
“It’s fine, Mort.”
“A-and, well, I know we had some things planned, but-“
“Gods, Mort, it’s totally fine,” Ysabell said, tugging at his hair gently. He sighed.
“I know, I know, I just hate that I wrecked toni-“
“Oh my gods, you didn’t wreck anything,” she murmured, pausing to kiss his chin. “I’m just glad you’re back.”
Mort pulled the blankets up over himself, arms sliding around Ysabell’s waist as he snuggled up against her. They kissed, and Mort shifted so his chin was resting on the top of her head.
After a moment of laying in silence Mort cleared his throat and said, “We’re going to have sex tomorrow then, right?”
“Obviously, I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”