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For all that she had once thought herself a late sleeper, even Vex can admit that Percy’s habits put her to shame. The few occasions he does wake at a reasonable time, it leaves the gunslinger grumbling and tired all day, no matter how many cups of coffee he gulps down.
Vex doesn’t mind it, really. She enjoys waking up with Percy still beside her, peaceful in his rest, just like she has today.
Sinking into the warm, comfortable blankets, she blinks the fog out of her sleepy eyes. To her side, a tiny snore comes out of Percy as he shifts slightly. It’s so adorable that Vex is almost mad about it. Really, though, how is she supposed to feel anything but bliss looking at his perfectly relaxed face, especially when he grumbles something unintelligible and unconsciously reaches out so a hand wraps loosely around her waist?
“Mmh,” Vex hums, one hand coming up to gently trace a pattern into his cheek. The gentle tickling makes his face twitch, which in turn makes Vex giggle.
Gods, this feels like a dream, sometimes. So domestic and peaceful and the exact thing she never thought she’d get to have.
Slowly, her fingers trail from his jaw to his cheek to his hairline, where she begins to smooth out the ruffled white strands. It’s soothing, to gently rub the soft hair between her fingertips.
Of course, not much is accomplished; Percy needs an absurd amount of product to tame his hair, even somewhat. Really, Vex only manages to make an even bigger mess of it.
“Mhh, g’morning,” Percy mutters, one eye peeking open to glance at her. “Wha’ time s’it?”
“Early, Love. You can go back to sleep,” Vex coos, untangling her fingers from his locks reluctantly. She hadn’t meant to wake him, despite how entertaining it can be to observe his grogginess.
Other eye blinking open, Percy grumbles with displeasure, hand coming to grasp her wrist and keep it in place. Without preamble or explanation, he guides her fingers back to his hair, only closing his eyes again when she returns to her gentle combing. “Feels nice.” He’s always like this when he first wakes up, so relaxed and vulnerable and dazed and it makes Vex weak to see firsthand how much he loves her.
“Oh?” Vex asks, gently scratching her nails along his scalp. His rumbling groan makes her giggle.
“Mh hm.” That’s the only answer he provides, too busy melting into a puddle of bliss to form words.
“If I keep it up, your hair will be a nightmare.” Despite the truth in that statement, Vex doesn’t stop her ministrations. She doesn’t even consider it, not when Percy is so pleased with the sensation.
A scrambled grumble comes from Percy, and although whatever he was trying to say was incomprehensible, the message is not.
That’s irrelevant. Keep going.
“Alright, dear,” Vex agrees. Who is she to deny him this little comfort as he drifts back to sleep? Besides, the endearing expressions and noises he makes in return are more than worth it. She continues the massage until her fingers grow tired, long past the point where Percy’s snores have resumed, and then lets her hand go limp as she, too, falls back asleep.