SheLuvsMusic
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Josephine had mostly requested the floor for selfish reasons. She didn't know what would happen when their father would get there, but he was most likely not going to be too thrilled with the fact that his two daughters were sharing a room with two men, one who was a stranger, and the other one he did not know well. Any further nights they had to spend here would certainly be apart, and whenever the time came to discuss their relationship, there was the possibility that this could be her last night with him. She liked how safe and comfortable she felt in his arms, so she wanted to take advantage of that while she could.
Once on the floor, she snuggled up against him. It wasn't the bed, but it wasn't terrible. It was certainly better than the ship, and of course Alec made everything better. She hoped there would be many more nights like this, but she tried not to think too much about their future right now. She also tried not to worry so much about Ella that it would keep her up. Once father got here, she was sure things would start to look better for her. They had to. It seemed impossible not to think about it, but eventually exhaustion won and her anxious mind turned off, allowing her to fall asleep for the night.
Peter hadn't even realized that he'd fallen asleep. It just sort of happened at some point while watching Ella. He only remembered how nice it felt to have her head on his shoulder, and the thought that she looked so much more at peace and more comfortable when she was asleep than he had seen her since she got sick. Eventually he must have closed his eyes and drifted off, and he only stirred once he felt her moving.
He let out a small, tired moan before opening his eyes and letting them adjust to the light. Nothing seemed really unusual or out of place for him until he realized that he was still in the bed with Ella and she was curled up against him. Apparently they had hardly moved all night except to edge closer to each other, but he was not complaining about having her there beside him. On the contrary, it felt nice, and so much more intimate and pleasing than waking up to a stranger or random woman from the night before.
When he realized she was awake as well, he smiled, and pressed his face against the top of her head. She still felt so warm against him. "Good morning," he said quietly, his voice a bit raspy from reading aloud all the night before and from sleep. "How are you feeling today? Any better?" If the heat he felt coming from her was indication, it was probably no, but he wanted to ask anyway.
Once on the floor, she snuggled up against him. It wasn't the bed, but it wasn't terrible. It was certainly better than the ship, and of course Alec made everything better. She hoped there would be many more nights like this, but she tried not to think too much about their future right now. She also tried not to worry so much about Ella that it would keep her up. Once father got here, she was sure things would start to look better for her. They had to. It seemed impossible not to think about it, but eventually exhaustion won and her anxious mind turned off, allowing her to fall asleep for the night.
Peter hadn't even realized that he'd fallen asleep. It just sort of happened at some point while watching Ella. He only remembered how nice it felt to have her head on his shoulder, and the thought that she looked so much more at peace and more comfortable when she was asleep than he had seen her since she got sick. Eventually he must have closed his eyes and drifted off, and he only stirred once he felt her moving.
He let out a small, tired moan before opening his eyes and letting them adjust to the light. Nothing seemed really unusual or out of place for him until he realized that he was still in the bed with Ella and she was curled up against him. Apparently they had hardly moved all night except to edge closer to each other, but he was not complaining about having her there beside him. On the contrary, it felt nice, and so much more intimate and pleasing than waking up to a stranger or random woman from the night before.
When he realized she was awake as well, he smiled, and pressed his face against the top of her head. She still felt so warm against him. "Good morning," he said quietly, his voice a bit raspy from reading aloud all the night before and from sleep. "How are you feeling today? Any better?" If the heat he felt coming from her was indication, it was probably no, but he wanted to ask anyway.