Sianna flopped over for the umpteenth time that night and willed her bladder to not be so wimpy. How in the world was she ever supposed to get a night's sleep if she was constantly making trips to the necessary. Rolling towards the indent in the mattress that should have held her husband, she wound up empty-handed and now fully awake. Bare feet padded silently across the wood floor, her thin cotton nightgown ethereally bright in the moonlight. A momentary detour to the necessary provided the relief that she needed, along with an ice-cold washcloth held to her temples, the back of her neck... the valley between her breasts. The summer night was sweet yet still, no breeze stirred to offer relief.
Finding no sight of Johnny upstairs she slipped quietly down the steps, her hand lightly grazing along the smoothed turns of the bannister. As her eyes adjusted to the wide flood of moonlight through the unshuttered living room windows, a glint of silver caught her attention. Long legs could be seen dangling over one arm, a blonde halo resting against the other. He was holding something up, studying it. She blinked quickly, banishing any remnant of sleep in earnest, and approached him quietly, coming to stand behind the curved back of the sofa. "Leannan....?"
?Hmm? Oh.? Showing no surprise at Sianna?s sudden appearance behind the couch, despite her almost noiseless approach, Johnny reached up an arm towards her. A quick glance was given her with shadowed emerald eyes, along with a slight smile meant to be reassuring. His other hand closed over the bit of scrap wire twisted into the shape of a slender leaf, concealing it from view. ?Wha?re ya up fer, m?gal? Shou? be gettin? yer sleep.?
"Oh, naught in particular... besides th' empty space where ye should be. I'm no' th' only one who should be dreaming, aye?" Her hand slipped easily in the one that he lifted to her, leaning forward over the back of the sofa to place a soft kiss to his forehead. Unruly curls were restrained in a neat plait that hung over one shoulder. Dark brows lifted at the sudden "disappearance" of whatever had held his focus, but she did not press the issue just yet.
A lift of one corner of his mouth in faint amusement was accompanied by the release of her hand to give a light tug to the end of her dangling braid. Swinging up to sitting from his prone position, he leaned against the back of the couch directly in front of where she stood. ?Couldn? sleep. Din? wan? ta wake ya, tossin? an? turnin?. So ? down here.? The explanation simple as he reached his empty hand back over his shoulder again, seeking the comfort of her grip.
She left his hand empty as she leaned forward, her own hands sliding from his shoulders and down the flat plane of his chest as she embraced him. His hand did not remain empty long as skilled fingers made quick work of the tie and began unbraiding the strands, meshed fingers buried in the locks. Soft lips placed a flurry of kisses to the side of his neck. Her voice a whisper at his ear. "And what has ye tossing an' turning, my Jo?"
Finding no sight of Johnny upstairs she slipped quietly down the steps, her hand lightly grazing along the smoothed turns of the bannister. As her eyes adjusted to the wide flood of moonlight through the unshuttered living room windows, a glint of silver caught her attention. Long legs could be seen dangling over one arm, a blonde halo resting against the other. He was holding something up, studying it. She blinked quickly, banishing any remnant of sleep in earnest, and approached him quietly, coming to stand behind the curved back of the sofa. "Leannan....?"
?Hmm? Oh.? Showing no surprise at Sianna?s sudden appearance behind the couch, despite her almost noiseless approach, Johnny reached up an arm towards her. A quick glance was given her with shadowed emerald eyes, along with a slight smile meant to be reassuring. His other hand closed over the bit of scrap wire twisted into the shape of a slender leaf, concealing it from view. ?Wha?re ya up fer, m?gal? Shou? be gettin? yer sleep.?
"Oh, naught in particular... besides th' empty space where ye should be. I'm no' th' only one who should be dreaming, aye?" Her hand slipped easily in the one that he lifted to her, leaning forward over the back of the sofa to place a soft kiss to his forehead. Unruly curls were restrained in a neat plait that hung over one shoulder. Dark brows lifted at the sudden "disappearance" of whatever had held his focus, but she did not press the issue just yet.
A lift of one corner of his mouth in faint amusement was accompanied by the release of her hand to give a light tug to the end of her dangling braid. Swinging up to sitting from his prone position, he leaned against the back of the couch directly in front of where she stood. ?Couldn? sleep. Din? wan? ta wake ya, tossin? an? turnin?. So ? down here.? The explanation simple as he reached his empty hand back over his shoulder again, seeking the comfort of her grip.
She left his hand empty as she leaned forward, her own hands sliding from his shoulders and down the flat plane of his chest as she embraced him. His hand did not remain empty long as skilled fingers made quick work of the tie and began unbraiding the strands, meshed fingers buried in the locks. Soft lips placed a flurry of kisses to the side of his neck. Her voice a whisper at his ear. "And what has ye tossing an' turning, my Jo?"