“You’re still up?.” Her voice, groggy from sleep, snaps him out of his reverie. A moment later he feels her warmth on his back.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” he apologizes, turning around.
“S’ok” she says rubbing her eyes tiredly.
“Aren’t you cold?” he frowns. The shirt she’s wearing barely reaches the top of her thighs and she must be because he feels the chill in the air through his winter coat.
“Ah...little bit.” She hooks her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to reach his mouth.
He lifts her off the ground to set her on the rail behind him, wrapping his coat around her and she sinks into him, shivering.
“You just want my body heat.” he teases as she locks her legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“I can think of a few other things.” she smiles lifting her mouth up to his.
He’s brushing through her hair with one hand, holding a forgotten cigarette with the other, while her head is rests on his shoulder.
Neither of them move for a while and he thinks maybe she’s fallen asleep (she could fall asleep anywhere) until she speaks quietly.
“Her wedding is today isn’t it?”
“...Yeah.” he replies after a count.
“Will you go?” She begins to knead her fingers into the spots where his back muscles are coiled tight.
“I considered it.” He says slowly.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did…” she continues, nudging his chin up with her nose and grazing his throat with her mouth.
She hears him sigh, feels his hand press into the small of her back.
“I know. Thank you.”
“I just hope that someone's there to cut you off after your first drink” she teases and she can almost feel the tension drain from his body.
“You're never going to let that go are you?” He groans, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“One of us has to remember it”