[ He feels Anakin relax, it's an almost physical shift of atmosphere around them and he senses that as much he hears him yawn, feels his arms close around Claude's body, fingertips sliding down his back, along his spine. He feels him let down his defences, if not everything he must be upholding in his efforts to keep them all safe in this place. Claude, safe. Especially. Then, he smiles. Claude presses both hands flat to Anakin's front, feeling scar tissue and indents in places they shouldn't be, but he's comfortable and skin-temperature and softer than flesh is on its own. Claude closes his eyes, still smiling, small and content, happy. ]
In that case, I'm going to sleep. [ A slight angling of his foot so he can poke his toes against the outline of shin on Anakin's prosthetic leg, the right one. Goodnight, it means. Or possibly good morning. ] Stay with me.
[ There's some degree of selfishness to it. He knows Anakin isn't, at length, comfortable lying down this way and he's not gonna pretend that part of him isn't busy insisting that he should remind him to get up in time, but the rest? His head and his hands and everywhere they touch? Doesn't give a kriff about that. Stay forever. Don't go again.
Curling his fingers, he lets his fingertips slide over the still protruding line of pecs, cut through by other lines, other shapes of his body, but there's still that and a lot of it. Anakin is strong. He's strong enough to sleep a few hours here, with him.
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In that case, I'm going to sleep. [ A slight angling of his foot so he can poke his toes against the outline of shin on Anakin's prosthetic leg, the right one. Goodnight, it means. Or possibly good morning. ] Stay with me.
[ There's some degree of selfishness to it. He knows Anakin isn't, at length, comfortable lying down this way and he's not gonna pretend that part of him isn't busy insisting that he should remind him to get up in time, but the rest? His head and his hands and everywhere they touch? Doesn't give a kriff about that. Stay forever. Don't go again.
Curling his fingers, he lets his fingertips slide over the still protruding line of pecs, cut through by other lines, other shapes of his body, but there's still that and a lot of it. Anakin is strong. He's strong enough to sleep a few hours here, with him.
Claude wants to believe that.
Claude wants. ]