[She sighs, exhales against him and nuzzling closer, tucking her face closer into the crook of Cisco’s neck. She still feels exhausted, like the idea of movement is just beyond her. She is warm, and comfortable and kind of content, laying here like this.] mmm. You smell good
[It’s a sleepy little murmur, muffled against him. She’ll be mortified, later, at the sleep-fogged memory of speaking those words aloud to him, probably.]
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[It’s a sleepy little murmur, muffled against him. She’ll be mortified, later, at the sleep-fogged memory of speaking those words aloud to him, probably.]