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“Never one to just sleep are you?”
Ford looked up from his journal to see her standing in the door way of the kitchen. She looked picturesque leaning against the frame with her hip, hair tousled wearing his old red sweater.
He smiled.
“An old habit I can’t seem to break.”
Pushing herself off the frame she walked over to his chair. Bending, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, a kiss is placed on his temple. His mind wanders to hours prior.
“How are you feeling?”
He could hear the smile in her voice.
“Pleasantly sore.”
She leans over his shoulder peering down at the book in his hands. Her chin nestled comfortably as she peaked over
“The new journal?”
He nodded, slowly flipping through the pages filled with his travel notes.
“Yes, I’m almost finished with this one.”
Her hum rumbles gently against his ear.
“I’ll have to read over it when you’re done.”
Pulling back from him, her hands run over his chest trailing warmth in their wake. He catches her hand before she can go far. His calloused fingers feel so rough against her soft skin, it feels almost wrong touching her with them.
He presses a kiss against the inside of her wrist, hoping that it will somehow amend for this transgression.
She pulls her hand away from him but makes her way around. Holding onto his shoulder she climbs into his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around her as she settles.
Folded in on herself, she nuzzles beneath his chin, her soft hair tickling his jaw. He smiles holding her tighter.
“Do you trust me?”
She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Always.”
Lifting his right foot he uses it to anchor them as he pushes the chair off its front legs. He can feel her tense in his arms and when he feels her force herself to relax he can’t help but chuckle. It’s only after she settles in his arms does he feel her muscles lax. Sighing softly, she renuzzling herself against his neck
“I love you.”
He smiles, pressing his cheek against her head, slowly rocking them back and forth against his leg.
“I love you most.”