first time for everything

[formoftherapy]

Kite wakes up first.

(They didn't sleep properly--cat naps lasting a few hours, only to wake up and fumble toward each other with varying levels of intent.

They give each other kisses and bruises and scratches, their hands and mouths and bodies. It's an even exchange and nothing is lost.)

She slides out of bed, tugging one of the pillows down to fill the space where she had been. She puts on her jeans and Tony's shirt, then goes downstairs to the kitchen.

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[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock is in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter beside the fridge, with a bottle of excellent wine and a glass.

Jarvis told him who was coming. It's the second-last glass, which hasn't seemed to matter much, but which gives him an excuse not to care. If he wants to sit on the kitchen counter at half five in the morning failing despite his every effort to get drunk, he'll do it, and damned if he's going to run and hide when she comes down the stairs.