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On their way upstairs, Kaylee didn't even bother to request the key for their usual room. They were kind of in a hurry.

It is to be hoped for the sake of their current neighbors, if they had any, that the walls were soundproofed.

The show's over now, though, and Kaylee's feeling pretty deliciously lazy.

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A pale tired peace is settling over the room. Simon can hear his own slowing pulse in his ears, the stir of breath in his lungs, the slightly more distant hush of Kaylee's breathing.

He feels wearier than he can remember since taking final exams while still recovering from severe illness, and ... strangely light. Strangely empty.

She thinks, a little absently, that lately she hasn't had much cause to think about what it is she believes in. The last two years, even.

It's pretty easy to sum up. When she brings it up again -- and she will, because she suspects he might not -- she'll find the simple way to put it.

But that's not for right now.

Low: "Come lie down with me?"

"Hao."

He lifts his head from hers and straightens, a touch reluctantly, just enough so that they can move.

She pulls up her legs on the bed and inches back, settling against the pillows. "They won't look for us till morning anyhow."

Slowly, he moves up next to her and lies back. His hand seeks hers, fingers intertwining.

"I didn't mean to start talking about ... all of that. Any of that." Soft, and faintly bemused.

"...I think I'm glad we did."

"I know I am." She pulls up their hands and brushes a light kiss on his knuckles.

"...and I'm real glad that this time you waited until after we had the sex."

He's laughing, helplessly and almost soundlessly.

Kaylee turns toward him, smile bright and fond. "Come here, handsome. I'm gettin' sleepy."

He shifts toward her, sliding an arm around her shoulders, tugging the blanket up to cover them.

Their bodies fit together, here, forming a little cocoon of warmth and comfort.

She leans forward just a little -- barely enough to kiss his forehead.

"Sleep easy, Simon." Whispered. "We're not going nowhere."

His eyes drift closed.

"Love you." Drowsy; already well on the way to asleep. "Xin gan."

"Love you too, handsome."

He drops off before she does; she's watching him through half-lidded eyes, and telling herself that she can worry about him tomorrow.

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