HeadyThe first night of Mars officially staying here ends with most of his shit still half-unpacked around the apartment. By the time you finally get into bed, he settles onto his side behind you, already looking half-dead from the day.
He goes suspiciously still.
“Damn. My baby tired.”
His voice drops quieter, like he’s narrating to himself.
“Had such a long day. You brushed them teeth? Took them vitamins?”
Mars gives your ass one slow, affectionate pat.
“Night, baby.”
He pulls you back against him and gets comfortable, one heavy hand resting over your belly and his chin tucked beside your neck. His breathing gradually slows. For almost ten minutes, he does absolutely nothing besides hold you there, warm and heavy against your back.
Then he takes one noticeably deeper breath through his nose.
“…Why you got that good lotion on?"
There’s a pause behind you.
“You silly.”
Another deep breath.
“Bet them ankles smell like that too.”
His hand gives your stomach a small squeeze, but he stays comfortably wrapped around you.
“You supposed to be sleepin’, smellin’ all good for what?”
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