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When Sona woke, it was to the press of a gentle kiss to her brow and the smell of coffee. Sona hummed, pouting, and lifted her chin stubbornly without opening her eyes.
Quinn laughed softly, the affection warming through the sleep-rough burr of her voice, but she acquiesced nonetheless, leaning down further to give her a proper kiss good morning, her lips warm and willing and a little chapped as ever.
Sona cracked open an eye to grin sleepily up at Quinn, admiring the way slats of early-morning sunlight filtered through her blinds and played over the pale, subtle swell of her chest. She'd had many a pleasant wakeup call before in her life, but she had to admit she was particularly fond of waking to kisses and coffee—particularly when delivered by one Ser Quinn, stripped comfortably down to her smalls and little else.
The sign Sona managed was lazy and half-awake, and Quinn grinned to see it. "Morning to you too, princess." Quinn swung her legs up over the side of the bed to curl against her. One hand came up, gently brushing loose curls from her cheek, very nearly lulling Sona back into a contented sleep just that easily. "I brought coffee," she added, smiling fondly down at her. "And put way too much sugar in yours like you like."
You spoil me was closer to what Sona wanted to say, but dozing back to sleep as she was, the best she could manage was a clumsy <Thank you.>
She wasn't expecting Quinn to snort almost instantly. She opened an eye again, bemused at the pretty blush that touched Quinn's cheeks. "You uh. You wanna try that again?"
Sona blinked, thinking.
The realization came unbidden, her ears flushing pink even in the low light: she'd missed her mouth with that sign, flicking it haphazardly from her chin instead.
<Thank you,> she repeated with emphasis, lips pursed as her face burned. <Not 'fuck.' It's early.>
Quinn chuckled, leaning down to kiss the pout from her lips. "Is that you explaining your freudian slip, or are you just saying it's too early to—?"
<Yes.> Sona reached out for one of the many stray decorative pillows on her bed and, finding purchase in one, gave Ser Quinn a good-natured wallop to the head. <Don't be rude,> she pretended to scold as Quinn laughed at her half-hearted attack. <What happened to chivalry?>
Quinn burrowed more comfortably into the tangle of sheets and blankets with her, ghosting a hand fondly over Sona's cheek as she struggled to stifle her giggles. "Hey, you propositioned me here," she teased. "I'm being perfectly genteel, I'll have you know." She ducked a second swat with the pillow and cackled, stealing a quick kiss as Sona's shoulders shook with her own silent laughter.