Izzy watches Kaidy grab some bits of clothing and head off, presumably to get breakfast. He breathes to himself for a minute or two, letting himself have these soft sheets and soft touches for just a little while, before rolling over to face Martin who is attempting to ignore conciousness and failing miserably.
Martin's arm slides down Izzy's body as he turns, wrist ending up resting comfortably in the dip of his hip, Martin's fingers just brushing the small of his back.
"Come on you." Izzy pokes Martin in the side.
"Don't wanna." Martin replies, with his eyes still tightly shut. "M'sleeping."
"Up." Izzy prods again. "Your girlfriend is fetching breakfast. Least you can do is be awake when she gets back."
"Hrmmmmm." Martin grumbles, still feigning sleep with his eyes screwed up tight. "Yeah well, your boyfriend wants to snuggle you a while longer." He replies, pressing himself closer into Izzy's space.
Izzy freezes for a moment, and Martin, in the middle of trying to bury his face into the centre of Izzy's surprisingly warm and generously furry chest, thinks back over what he just said.
His eyes open slowly, warily, but he deliberately looks up into Izzy's wide stare.
"That's okay isn't it? We haven't really talked about all the.. specifics and that yet, but. Is that okay Izzy? I can not.. if you'd prefer it?"
Izzy's breath all runs out in one long stream until Martin feels like he's clutching at a deflating balloon.
"Yeah, that's. Hmm. Not sure. Talk about it later, yeah?"
Martin smiles like the sun coming out from behind clouds, and leans forwards to smudge his lips against Izzy's, the smile still looming through the kiss.
He pulls back to mumble, "Morning Iz," for a second, before licking into Izzy's mouth heedless of morning breath, and letting his fingertips skitter over Izzy's skin from the small of his back all the way up his spine to finally tangle in his salt and pepper hair.
Re: Scene 1: Quite Early One Morning
Martin's arm slides down Izzy's body as he turns, wrist ending up resting comfortably in the dip of his hip, Martin's fingers just brushing the small of his back.
"Come on you." Izzy pokes Martin in the side.
"Don't wanna." Martin replies, with his eyes still tightly shut. "M'sleeping."
"Up." Izzy prods again. "Your girlfriend is fetching breakfast. Least you can do is be awake when she gets back."
"Hrmmmmm." Martin grumbles, still feigning sleep with his eyes screwed up tight. "Yeah well, your boyfriend wants to snuggle you a while longer." He replies, pressing himself closer into Izzy's space.
Izzy freezes for a moment, and Martin, in the middle of trying to bury his face into the centre of Izzy's surprisingly warm and generously furry chest, thinks back over what he just said.
His eyes open slowly, warily, but he deliberately looks up into Izzy's wide stare.
"That's okay isn't it? We haven't really talked about all the.. specifics and that yet, but. Is that okay Izzy? I can not.. if you'd prefer it?"
Izzy's breath all runs out in one long stream until Martin feels like he's clutching at a deflating balloon.
"Yeah, that's. Hmm. Not sure. Talk about it later, yeah?"
Martin smiles like the sun coming out from behind clouds, and leans forwards to smudge his lips against Izzy's, the smile still looming through the kiss.
He pulls back to mumble, "Morning Iz," for a second, before licking into Izzy's mouth heedless of morning breath, and letting his fingertips skitter over Izzy's skin from the small of his back all the way up his spine to finally tangle in his salt and pepper hair.