She stirs, eyes still closed, and nuzzles closer against him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Mm. Morning, love." For her part, she hasn't quite remembered where she is or what happened last night: she's still two-thirds asleep and all she knows is that there's someone in bed with her, holding her, and that that's nice. It's not surprising, really, that she assumes it's Faramir, or that, sleep-clouded and content, she leans up to kiss him.
It's not until her mouth brushes his, and his beard and moustache bristle against her skin, that she registers who it is. Her eyes fly open, and she goes pink, pulling away - though not as far as she ought to. "Jack! I didn't mean..."
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Date: 2016-09-03 12:10 pm (UTC)It's not until her mouth brushes his, and his beard and moustache bristle against her skin, that she registers who it is. Her eyes fly open, and she goes pink, pulling away - though not as far as she ought to. "Jack! I didn't mean..."
Or maybe she did. Just a little.