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» We have a date with my very comfortable bed and a huge pile or blankets.
» The door is open.

»Oh, thank god.

[And that's all the text she'll get from him before he drags his exhausted self down the hall to her room. Even though she'd specifically said the door was open, he still knocked before slipping inside.]

[He knocks on her door and she just smiles, even as exhausted as she is because it’s so very Cisco and she’s kind of really glad he’s here. Tossing one more blanket on her bed (and there’s already a huge pile there waiting for them to burrow underneath and never come out), she moves to meet him, nudging the door closed behind them first then reaching for his hand and tangling her fingers with his to gently pull him with her towards the bed.]

Time for us to sleep for at least a week. Or a few days, anyway.

As much solid sleep as I can get in a string of hours sounds good to me. [He says, following her easily, and not fighting the tangling of their fingers because he's never minded that sort of thing, really. Once they're close enough, he flops down against the mess of fluff on the bed.

[Jesse is flopping down on the mess of fluff that is her bed at the same time, snuggling up against Cisco’s side without even thinking as she burrows into the blankets. She’s warm and safe and he is really comfortable.] Y’do good pillow, ‘sco. [It’s a sleepy mumble, half-muffled by his shoulder.]

Mm...good. [It's all the muttered reply she gets because he's too exhausted to bother attempting a real conversation. He tugs the blankets up around them and relaxes with Jesse tucked into his side.]

[That’s all the conversation Jesse can manage, as she makes a soft noise that’s half agreement and half contentedness, snuggling closer and relaxing against Cisco. There’s no fighting the exhaustion. Not anymore.]

[There's a long stretch of solid and uninterrupted sleep to be found here. Comfortable and relaxed, nuzzled between a pile of softness and the warmth next to him, Cisco has the first dreamless sleep he's had in days.

But eventually, all good things must end and the sharp bite of consciousness tries to rear its head. He groans softly in protest and burrows deeper in the pile of blankets, nuzzling against the person next to him. He is so not ready to be awake yet.]

[No dreams, no strange alternate Wonderland; it’s pretty much the best sleep Jesse’s had in ages. Better than best, in fact, in no small part to the cozy blankets she’s burrowed under and the warmth of someone beside her.

But consciousness finally sneaks back up on her, and she makes an exhausted, grumpily protesting noise as he stirs, nuzzling against her and she nuzzles right back, snuggling closer in staunch denial of being awake and anything resembling it.] G’back to sleep.

Mmm'kay. [He's definitely not going to complain about that particular half-hearted demand. Sleep is still preferable, it definitely hasn't been enough as far as he's concerned he would rather just sleep solidly for a week and not deal with the rest of the world or Wonderland or anything else.]

[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.]

[He doesn't have it in him to form a proper response, just gives a soft hum of approval mixed with something amused. ]

Sleeeep. [He drawls sleepily, idly reaching up to twist the ends of her hair between his fingers. He won't be even semi-conscious for much longer, as he tries to will the comfort of sleep to take him under again ]

[She crinkles her nose a little at that sound, too tired to be properly embarrassed. Later. Definitely later. There will be blushing and everything. She huffs a breath against him.]

‘kay. [The almost-a-full-word starts as a yawn, before being murmured sleepily at him. She makes another hum of contentment as she feels him idly fiddle with the ends of her hair.] You too.

Mmmhmm. [That's the most agreement she'll get before he ends up too comfortable and warm and slides easily back under the wave of sleep once more.]

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