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Rangi wakes up warmer than usual. She's on her front, which is uncommon as well. Her cheek is numb, along with several other small spots along her body. & her neck is sore from being quirked to the side.
Oh. & Kyoshi is under her.
It had become weekly tradition at this point. Every Friday, Rangi would go over to Kyoshi's to watch, ostensibly, one Nuktuk mover, & then go home. & every week, without fail, they would watch every Nuktuk mover & they'd both fall asleep on Kyoshi's couch with the television still on.
Rangi extracts her upper body from her friend's embrace & cracks her neck. Kyoshi doesn't stir from the loud *pop*. She removes her topknot & ruffles out her hair, trying to soothe the worst of the pain with her fingers. The giant still doesn't react.
She's sleeping like a stone.
Rangi gently, almost gingerly, tucks back a patch of Kyoshi's hair that was resting on her face. Still nothing.
Determining that she won't wake from it, Rangi indulges herself, tracing the line of the woman's jaw with the tips of calloused fingers. She looks so peaceful while she sleeps. Her mouth isn't held tight to hide her emotions; brows aren't scrunched inward out of frustration & confusion; bags, while still present, aren't coloring her face with purple. If only Rangi could see her this serine while she's awake. If only Kyoshi could be this serene while she's awake.
Kyoshi finally moves, nuzzling into Rangi's touch. Before she can extract her hand, Kyoshi clasps it with her own, holding it against her cheek. The sensation of the ever-so-slightly raised burn scars is something Rangi will always cherish.
Rangi fails to breathe for several moments as Kyoshi's thumb traces the far face of her hand.
If Kyoshi likes it, she won't complain. Rangi traces her own thumb along the jut of the woman's cheekbone. She earns a small content noise for the effort.
Rangi could do this for eternity. Just caressing this girl's face as she memorizes the smallest details of it down to the freckle.
Kyoshi shifts herself a little more center, having slept at an angle. She removes her hand, making Rangi wonder if she should do the same.
Then it returns to Rangi's body, along with its pair. Though, this time at her waist. She's pulled in closer, & the hands that gently slide up her back coax her into resting on her friend. She crooks her head under Kyoshi's chin.
Rangi desperately tries to ignore the buzzing of her skin, the heat of her blush, the pounding of her heart, the energy cording it's way through her body. Somehow, she manages. She can't help but relax in Kyoshi's embrace.
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Rangi awakens to the steady sound of Kyoshi's breathing. She nuzzles her nose into Kyoshi's neck & places a kiss there. The giant only tilts her head slightly, allowing better access. Rangi shifts up, holding her torso aloft by her arms, to look at her girlfriend's face. She stares a moment, wanting to take it all in, seeing her this content. But the urge to kiss her soon takes over, & Rangi starts placing little pecks on her cheeks, jaw, nose, forehead, eyelids, all across her face. Rangi resolves to kiss every individual freckle. Every little scar.
At some point, Kyoshi fails to hold back her laughter. For someone who maintains a professional demeanor to the point of absurdity, Rangi can certainly be indulgent. Kyoshi stops her antics with a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Morning." The giant croaks. She gently rubs Rangi's back with a large hand.
"Good morning." Rangi punctuates with a proper kiss.