[There's a slow blinking through the sleepiness as light once again filters though John's vision. Just because he isn't fully alert doesn't mean that he doesn't remember the circumstances. The surroundings and bed under him is enough of a reminder of that. It isn't long before he hears the familiar, melodic voice and John allows his eyelids to fall closed once again as he feels the kiss to his skin.
When he opens his eyes again John adjusts himself to a reclined position, sitting halfway up on his elbows. A sharp pain shoots directly through his wound, as if stabbing John from stomach to spine. He winces, lying fully on his back again and staring directly forward as he attempts to catch his breath.]
You've never had to ask to spend the night before.
[John stretches his arm toward Dorian yet again, this time knowing he won't stay out of reach. He breathes heavily through the pain, exhalations emitted through a lopsided grin.]
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When he opens his eyes again John adjusts himself to a reclined position, sitting halfway up on his elbows. A sharp pain shoots directly through his wound, as if stabbing John from stomach to spine. He winces, lying fully on his back again and staring directly forward as he attempts to catch his breath.]
You've never had to ask to spend the night before.
[John stretches his arm toward Dorian yet again, this time knowing he won't stay out of reach. He breathes heavily through the pain, exhalations emitted through a lopsided grin.]
But tomorrow come back with booze.