[for Chase] vegas valentine

[learnfromthem]

“Mrr.”

I don’t want to wake up. My head’s still fuzzy from last night, all stuffed full of cotton balls. My breath tastes like island booze and morning. I drape the back of my hand over still-closed eyes, appreciating that extra bit of darkness before I move to shift closer to the warm body next to me. It’s colder in the room than it should be, which is my first clue that Something Is Not Right, but just a little more sleep sounds a lot more awesome than getting up to turn down the A/C.

Nuzzling at Chase’s chest, I tuck freezing toes under his legs, sleepily tugging at the sheet to pull it up over my shoulders. Only the sheet’s all wrong, too, and I reluctantly crack open an eye.

“When’d you get Egyptian cotton?”

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[apoorupbringing]

Chase hisses softly to greet the morning because oh those toes are cold. Still, he tucks an arm around the beautiful archer who's taken to, occasionally, sleeping over.

"Mnh. Hmnm," he answers, groping for a plush comforter that isn't his and tugging it up over them both before sighing and sinking back down toward sleep.

Island has clearly transformed into something weird again. Whatever.

"Is that like a super power rich people have?" he murmurs, voice low and dragging with sleep, hand warm and dragging slowly up her back.

"Can you tell the thread count just from feeling it, too?"