Bedtime Stories

[Ash Leone]

He really couldn't help being serious right then, considering the weirdness of that vivid dream, but he smiled nonetheless about her reaction.  "A billion years?  I must have slept later than I thought," he mused, considering making a move to take her lips for a real kiss, but hesitating enough that she'd already withdrawn from her peck on his cheek.  Why, he couldn't really say, but he got over it quickly enough that he dropped a kiss on her lips before withdrawing to splash some water on his face and make sure he didn't have horrible bed head. 

If he did, Darren would never let him live it down.  He wasn't going to tell the young shifter that he'd come in late because he'd taken a nap and overslept, or he'd be hearing old man jokes for the rest of the shifter's time there. 

"He won't quit," he called out conversationally rather suddenly, having been thinking about it.  That whole situation was amusing, actually.  "He'll just whine at me until he leaves, decide that he doesn't mind getting the extra hours, and then go home and do relatively little for the rest of the evening.  I guarantee it."

[Danielle Vida]

She smiled a little at his returned kiss, and followed him to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame as he fixed his hair, taking the moment to smooth some of her own unruly strands back down. She was enjoying the shorter haircut, but the problem of it being in her eyes had not been fixed. She supposed she was destined to fail in that regard.

"Well, whatever the case, I have things around the apartment that need to be done, so you go do that, and I'll meet you down there later for some company."

She gave him a swift hug before he left, and then became quickly involved in re-organizing her DVDs, of which she had roughly 300. Danielle was an impulse buyer.