Taliesin doesn't need to say anything; he walks into the bedroom, kicking off his shoes, drops onto the bed, places his head in Marisha's lap, and sighs.
"Migraine?" she asks. He nods into her thighs and makes a small, pathetic noise.
She pulls a small bottle of aspirin out of the bedside table and shakes a couple pills out. She nudges Taliesin's shoulder until he sits up, looking exhausted, and hands over the aspirin and her half-full glass of water. He mutters a quiet "thank you" and kisses her cheek after swallowing the pills, then lays back down, his face pressed into her pajama pants.
Matt had a session that ran long across town, but he should be home soon. Marisha picks her book back up and starts gently scratching Taliesin's scalp, mussing up his mohawk and rubbing her fingertips along the soft fuzz where his hair is just starting to grow in. They sit in almost complete silence, Marisha reading, Taliesin making small relieved sounds as she scratches his head.
She's so absorbed in the moment that she doesn't hear Matt come in. She finally notices when she glances away from her book to see him standing in the doorway, a tiny smile on his face.
He takes over Taliesin duty while Marisha goes to wash up for the night. When she comes back, Matt is sitting up in bed, Taliesin's head on his chest. Apparently it's a bad migraine, one that saps all the energy out of him, because it seems he couldn't manage pajamas but at least got his jeans off.
Matt is quiet, stroking Taliesin's hair and pressing light kisses to the top of his head. Marisha crawls into bed on Taliesin's other side and gives him a soft kiss. He hums, content as he eases into sleep, and Marisha clicks the lights off after sharing a kiss with Matt too.
untitled sleepy cuddles, Matt/Marisha/Taliesin
Taliesin doesn't need to say anything; he walks into the bedroom, kicking off his shoes, drops onto the bed, places his head in Marisha's lap, and sighs.
"Migraine?" she asks. He nods into her thighs and makes a small, pathetic noise.
She pulls a small bottle of aspirin out of the bedside table and shakes a couple pills out. She nudges Taliesin's shoulder until he sits up, looking exhausted, and hands over the aspirin and her half-full glass of water. He mutters a quiet "thank you" and kisses her cheek after swallowing the pills, then lays back down, his face pressed into her pajama pants.
Matt had a session that ran long across town, but he should be home soon. Marisha picks her book back up and starts gently scratching Taliesin's scalp, mussing up his mohawk and rubbing her fingertips along the soft fuzz where his hair is just starting to grow in. They sit in almost complete silence, Marisha reading, Taliesin making small relieved sounds as she scratches his head.
She's so absorbed in the moment that she doesn't hear Matt come in. She finally notices when she glances away from her book to see him standing in the doorway, a tiny smile on his face.
He takes over Taliesin duty while Marisha goes to wash up for the night. When she comes back, Matt is sitting up in bed, Taliesin's head on his chest. Apparently it's a bad migraine, one that saps all the energy out of him, because it seems he couldn't manage pajamas but at least got his jeans off.
Matt is quiet, stroking Taliesin's hair and pressing light kisses to the top of his head. Marisha crawls into bed on Taliesin's other side and gives him a soft kiss. He hums, content as he eases into sleep, and Marisha clicks the lights off after sharing a kiss with Matt too.