[ why do you think he was trying to get close to you? he was cold, you were warm and no one ahd to get out of bed just yet. even with her rolling away, he follows, draping an arm over her back and tucking himself against her back, chilly breath whispering across the back of her neck. ]
I am trying to warm up. [ he was making some good progress and would probably get even warmer if she didn't keep trying to get away from him. ] And you are very warm.
[ she might be warm, but it's only thanks to the thick comforters piled on top of her, since daisy rarely if ever manages to keep a full set of pajamas on overnight. even now, her bare skin is only covered by shorts, bare legs tangled in sheets that are tugged away as illya insists on snuggling that much closer.
for a man who's basically a human bear, he is stupidly cold. ]
You're making me cold, [ but she'll relent, eventually, because feelings are gross. ] You have to warm me up now.
Once I am warm, you will be warm. [ see how that worked? since it seems like she's going to stop moving away, he tightens his grip, already feeling his own skin start to warm with the combination of blankets and her own skin. ]
It is cold outside. [ as if she couldn't tell by how he felt when he'd come back. ] There is very rarely weather like this in Moscow.
[ siberia notwithstanding but illya did not make it a point to vacation there. ]
And you are not cold. You're warm now. [ he can feel that for himself at every spot where his skin meets hers. ] See, you are fine.
[ wow. it's cold outside? what a new and exciting concept, considering the fact that it's early o'clock and the middle of goddamn winter... but sure, illya, enlighten us all on the idea of cold temperatures. he's just lucky he can't see her rolling her eyes. ]
You need to stop going outside in the cold then. [ there. problem solved. someone give her a nobel prize. ] Stay in bed, and you'll still be warm.
[ it's not like daisy didn't understand the concept of getting her steps in. she just chose to do so in a place where she wouldn't suffer frostbite... like the gym in the apartment building they paid way too much rent for, or the inside of the training ring underneath the safe house. normal places. warm places.
he tugs her in, arms pulling her so that she has no choice but to roll onto her side, her cheek nestling against his chest. ]
And, for the record [ yawn ] I'm cold. You're taking all the heat.
[ he doesn't answer but they both know tomorrow morning, he'll be right back out there, running through the quiet streets and stepping in slushy puddles before coming back and trying to get warm by curling up close to her once again. ]
You are not cold. I'm pressed against you and your skin is warm.
[ he has a hand flat against her back, fingers still a little chilly from his run despite the gloves he'd been wearing. her back is not chilly at all and while he might be leeching some of her heat, he is not stealing it.
still, he reaches to tug the comforter up around her chin, tucking it around her shoulders tightly. ] Go back to sleep and I will make sure you stay warm.
You already woke me up, [ a whine if there ever was one, even as she burrows that much closer, an arm draping over his side. this is prime cuddle time, and she's going to make the most of it. ] I'm awake now.
[ probably also fake, considering that she's still yawning in between sentences and trying desperately to keep her eyes open, but hey. she's committing to it. ]
I don't like waking up when you're not here.
[ which is, admittedly speaking, probably half the reason she's so against his deadset determination to go running in the cold. ]
You know I will always come back. [ even if he was cold from a chilly day or wet from a rainstorm, he still came back and either got back into bed with her or woke her up so she could go to work. he had always made his way back to her. ]
You might wake up when I am gone but I am not gone for very long. [ his runs do not take that long. sometimes, there are delays due to weather but usually, he is back fairly quickly.
he rests his chin against the top of her head and keeps sliding the rough pads of his finger up and down her spine. ]
You could always come with me. [ yes, he was sure she would get right on that. ]
[ and she does, but that doesn't mean she likes it. she would much rather wake up in warmth and too many tangled limbs, even if it means laziness on their parts instead of productivity and exercise. besides, they were both in shape — missing a run or two wouldn't be the end of the world.
especially if waking up together meant more mornings like this, with his hands tracing lazy patterns across her naked back. don't mind her, she's just shivering a little from the goosebumps. ]
Do you want me to come with you? [ she doesn't want to get up that early, but he's also never asked her to either. maybe she will, once in a while, if he'd like her to. ] I don't want to slow you down.
You're always welcome to join me. I just did not think you would. [ because it was early and he went despite the weather. she woke up early when she had to but she also liked to sleep and he did not want to take that away from her. ]
You wouldn't slow me down. I'd slow down so you could keep up. I wouldn't want to leave you behind. [ it might be hard to tell because of both tone and accent, but that's actually his way of teasing her. ]
That's what slowing you down means. [ literally. that's literally what it means. do you not know the definition of that word, illya? ] You and your giant legs.
[ the same legs she's currently slotting her own between, slowly but surely killing any space between their bodies. they're long and capable and fast, but horizontal, they just offer more skin to touch. ]
Don't tell me you're planning on getting up again already.
[ it wasn't very good form to be late. his own schedule is far less demanding than hers but he still has things to do once she's made her way to whatever assignment she's on this week.
despite that, he doesn't make a move to pull away. she's pressed flush against him now, a favorite position of his if there is one. he continues rubbing her back, exhaling softly when she settles. ]
I was planning on staying here until I was warm and then getting up and going about my day.
I could be sick. [ a flimsy excuse, really, but it doesn't stop her from affecting a fake cough once or twice. ] Then I could stay.
[ and they could stay in this bed all day if it pleased them, huddled away from the cold and the outside world. not forever, but maybe just for a day. ]
[ played hooky that is. his work was his life and even though that was no longer the case, he still adhered to his responsibilities incredibly fiercely. ]
And I do not think you could stay in one place that long.
[ he sleeps at night and occasionally, if the day has been particularly trying, maybe he will fall asleep during the day but most of the time, if he naps with her, she sleeps and he stays awake. ]
There is nothing bad about that. I never said it was bad. It was merely an observation.
You might miss something exciting if you do not go in. [ not that he knows a lot about the missions and jobs she undertakes but there was sure to be something exciting in there every once in awhile. ]
We can lay down again when you're home. [ if that was what she wanted to do. ] There would be time then.
[ if it was exciting, she'd already be there — or have been called in and missed it, which would be worse. on days like today, she gets to enjoy the calmer sides of espionage. paperwork, more paperwork, and the occasional training session. mostly paperwork, though. ]
I'm sure they could live without me. [ but alas, she must move. she'd really rather stay in bed, but (gasp) he's right. she has to get out of it. ] But I'll tell you all about the fun I had when I get home.
[ so much fun.... she's so excited... can you tell... ]
[ she's not. or she wasn't, anyway. with a melodramatic sigh, daisy clambers out, dragging the covers with her. to her credit, though, once she's out of bed she's fairly quick to disrobe, pulling on clean underthings and heading into the closet to change.
and then because it's totally normal to expect him to hear her well through doors, she yells back. ]
What are you going to do all day while I'm suffering through office hell?
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[ why do you think he was trying to get close to you? he was cold, you were warm and no one ahd to get out of bed just yet. even with her rolling away, he follows, draping an arm over her back and tucking himself against her back, chilly breath whispering across the back of her neck. ]
I am trying to warm up. [ he was making some good progress and would probably get even warmer if she didn't keep trying to get away from him. ] And you are very warm.
one day you'll remember to delete these
for a man who's basically a human bear, he is stupidly cold. ]
You're making me cold, [ but she'll relent, eventually, because feelings are gross. ] You have to warm me up now.
how do you know i don't leave them on purpose?
It is cold outside. [ as if she couldn't tell by how he felt when he'd come back. ] There is very rarely weather like this in Moscow.
[ siberia notwithstanding but illya did not make it a point to vacation there. ]
And you are not cold. You're warm now. [ he can feel that for himself at every spot where his skin meets hers. ] See, you are fine.
b/c you are not an evil mastermind sry2say
You need to stop going outside in the cold then. [ there. problem solved. someone give her a nobel prize. ] Stay in bed, and you'll still be warm.
[ it's not like daisy didn't understand the concept of getting her steps in. she just chose to do so in a place where she wouldn't suffer frostbite... like the gym in the apartment building they paid way too much rent for, or the inside of the training ring underneath the safe house. normal places. warm places.
he tugs her in, arms pulling her so that she has no choice but to roll onto her side, her cheek nestling against his chest. ]
And, for the record [ yawn ] I'm cold. You're taking all the heat.
you don't know my life!!!
You are not cold. I'm pressed against you and your skin is warm.
[ he has a hand flat against her back, fingers still a little chilly from his run despite the gloves he'd been wearing. her back is not chilly at all and while he might be leeching some of her heat, he is not stealing it.
still, he reaches to tug the comforter up around her chin, tucking it around her shoulders tightly. ] Go back to sleep and I will make sure you stay warm.
uh i definitely do????
[ probably also fake, considering that she's still yawning in between sentences and trying desperately to keep her eyes open, but hey. she's committing to it. ]
I don't like waking up when you're not here.
[ which is, admittedly speaking, probably half the reason she's so against his deadset determination to go running in the cold. ]
PROVE IT
You might wake up when I am gone but I am not gone for very long. [ his runs do not take that long. sometimes, there are delays due to weather but usually, he is back fairly quickly.
he rests his chin against the top of her head and keeps sliding the rough pads of his finger up and down her spine. ]
You could always come with me. [ yes, he was sure she would get right on that. ]
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[ and she does, but that doesn't mean she likes it. she would much rather wake up in warmth and too many tangled limbs, even if it means laziness on their parts instead of productivity and exercise. besides, they were both in shape — missing a run or two wouldn't be the end of the world.
especially if waking up together meant more mornings like this, with his hands tracing lazy patterns across her naked back. don't mind her, she's just shivering a little from the goosebumps. ]
Do you want me to come with you? [ she doesn't want to get up that early, but he's also never asked her to either. maybe she will, once in a while, if he'd like her to. ] I don't want to slow you down.
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You wouldn't slow me down. I'd slow down so you could keep up. I wouldn't want to leave you behind. [ it might be hard to tell because of both tone and accent, but that's actually his way of teasing her. ]
The payback would be swift, I am sure.
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[ the same legs she's currently slotting her own between, slowly but surely killing any space between their bodies. they're long and capable and fast, but horizontal, they just offer more skin to touch. ]
Don't tell me you're planning on getting up again already.
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[ it wasn't very good form to be late. his own schedule is far less demanding than hers but he still has things to do once she's made her way to whatever assignment she's on this week.
despite that, he doesn't make a move to pull away. she's pressed flush against him now, a favorite position of his if there is one. he continues rubbing her back, exhaling softly when she settles. ]
I was planning on staying here until I was warm and then getting up and going about my day.
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[ and they could stay in this bed all day if it pleased them, huddled away from the cold and the outside world. not forever, but maybe just for a day. ]
Feel like playing hooky?
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[ played hooky that is. his work was his life and even though that was no longer the case, he still adhered to his responsibilities incredibly fiercely. ]
And I do not think you could stay in one place that long.
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[ literally speaking, given the ridiculously late current year they happen to be calling temporal home. ]
And it doesn't have to be one place, either. [ wink ] Under, over, top, below... shower, kitchen... there are possibilities here.
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[ do not deny it, daisy. you enjoyed sleeping. ]
And then quite possibly you would move yourself to the sofa and be a little more awake.
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[ a rare, sincere confession. ]
What's so bad about that?
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[ he sleeps at night and occasionally, if the day has been particularly trying, maybe he will fall asleep during the day but most of the time, if he naps with her, she sleeps and he stays awake. ]
There is nothing bad about that. I never said it was bad. It was merely an observation.
wow i legit never got this notif either
[ and she knows she can't stay forever, either, even if she wants to. they have to be responsible. ]
I won't make you play hooky with me, then, since you want me to be an adult today.
i know you just hate me
We can lay down again when you're home. [ if that was what she wanted to do. ] There would be time then.
obviously???
I'm sure they could live without me. [ but alas, she must move. she'd really rather stay in bed, but (gasp) he's right. she has to get out of it. ] But I'll tell you all about the fun I had when I get home.
[ so much fun.... she's so excited... can you tell... ]
cries
[ she has yet to really move yet though so he gives her the slightest of nudges and laughs at how much she does not want to get up. ]
The sooner you go, the sooner you can come back and lay back down, you know.
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[ she's not. or she wasn't, anyway. with a melodramatic sigh, daisy clambers out, dragging the covers with her. to her credit, though, once she's out of bed she's fairly quick to disrobe, pulling on clean underthings and heading into the closet to change.
and then because it's totally normal to expect him to hear her well through doors, she yells back. ]
What are you going to do all day while I'm suffering through office hell?
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[ errands. when had he been one to do simple errands? ]
Perhaps I will visit a gym. Or go for another run. I do not know. I have some appointments later on but I should be here by the time they release you.
[ from office hell. ]
To make sure the bed is warm for you to return to.