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False blearily opens her eyes, an unfamiliar but comfortable mattress under her body. There’s afternoon sunlight trailing through an open gap in the hotel room curtain. Her head spins from the jetlag and the anticipation of going to TwitchCon. Travelling to San Diego had been a long journey from her reason to come, booking hotel rooms, to the actual flight. But now she’s arrived and napping away the exhaustion from travelling.
Movement on her left. False turns in the bed to see Ren get up, the mattress shifting when his weight leaves it. Ren’s dressed in his PJs— Star Wars graphic tee and faded boxers. The level of comfort he displays around her makes her smile. This is Ren, Ren the real person, no longer just a blocky character on Minecraft.
Ren bends to search through his luggage for something, and False, cuddled up in blankets, just watches. His salt-and-pepper hair is messy because he hasn’t gelled it yet. His shirt rides up when he leans down, exposing the skin on his back. Her eyes trace the silhouette of his broad back and shoulders, hoping to sear it in her memory. She knows Ren is all hers (always and forever), but that doesn’t stop her from being greedy.
With her cheek squished against the hotel room pillow, False is aware of how quietly domestic this is. It’s like they’ve always lived together and shared the same physical space. Being with Ren like this is so natural that it surprises her, because False doesn’t usually do intimacy like this. But Ren weasels into her fortified heart with his charm and kindness, and how can she ever stay away from him? How can she keep her eyes off him?
“Ren,” False calls out, voice cutesy. Ren turns around, blue eyes softening when he sees her.
“Afternoon to you too.” His tone is so gentle. “We’ve still got an hour before dinner. How’s the jet lag?”
“I’ll manage,” False mumbles. She shifts underneath the blanket to move her limbs. She hesitates, then stretches out her arms. It’s silly and stupid of her, but Ren’s silly and stupid like her, and of course she wants his attention. (And she blames the jet lag.)
“Rennn,” False whines again, and Ren obliges. He slides into bed next to her and tugs the blanket over his body. False latches onto his arm and snuggles against him, her head brushing against his chin. Ren chuckles and raises a hand to smooth over her hair. False, liking it, burrows her head closer. She can smell faint traces of the hotel room body wash, his body warmth comforts her, and being close to Ren like this is nice. Everything about this is nice.
Ren exhales and relaxes, his chest moving in time with his peaceful breaths. False closes her eyes and soaks it in like a sponge. It’s taken them years to reach this point, but False doesn’t lament that they haven’t done this sooner. They needed the time and space to grow, and they had to take care of themselves before committing to taking care of each other. This feels like a natural extension of the close bond they nurtured over the years.
False opens her eyes to see Ren lovingly gazing at her, pupils blown wide in adoration. He looks at her like he’s still dazed by her existence, and maybe False now understands why he called her shimmering. False gazes back, unwavering and matching him in fondness, and they’re like two black holes swallowing each other up, the two of them lost in their own bubble.
False giggles. “You okay, Ren?”
Ren’s lips jerk up, shy but sweet. “I can’t believe we’re both here. Like, in this precise moment at this precise location. It’s— it’s outrageous,” he babbles. “It’s amazing. You’re amazing, Falsie.”
“Blimey! I’m just lying here taking a nap!” But behind False’s prickliness, she’s genuinely happy. She raises a hand to cup Ren’s face and he leans towards her, a smile tugging on his lips. Her thumb skirts past the stubble near his lips, enjoying how he feels under her touch.
Ren grins and tenderly closes the gap between their lips. False giggles and pulls him closer. Might as well enjoy their time together before meeting up with the hermits for dinner.