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[thisismadfreaky]

"Yo, you've reached Cisco. Text me, voicemail is so outdated, guys."

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[quickgenius]

[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.

[thisismadfreaky]

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.]

[quickgenius]

[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.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[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 ]

[quickgenius]

[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.

[thisismadfreaky]

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.]