Finn turned over in his sleep and smacked something. It definitely wasn’t, like, pillow and it made his eyes fly open. He was still mostly asleep and he was warm and happy and he didn’t wanna…
Shit. He’d totally backhanded his girlfriend in bed on accident because he was still getting used to sometimes sleeping with another person in the bed. He was a bit slow, but gradually he remembered; shopping to make dinner. Phone calls to both of their moms through the late afternoon and evening—moms who were probably still laughing their asses off and expecting a call from Columbus when they managed to burn down the apartment building. Anyway, those weren’t the important parts.
He was waking up with her, and it never happened, and they were spending the whole awesome day together. He rubbed his hand over the place on her body he’d sleep-smacked (or… approximately. His eyes were closed again.) and then flopped his hand around to find the top of the comforter so he could pull it up over them both where it’d slipped as they slept. He let out a huge yawn and then snuggled up next to her, begging the world for just five more minutes please before he remembered he didn’t totally care. They didn’t have anywhere to be.
He could totally wake her up and then they could take a nap after. Thanksgiving in bed with no obligations was gonna be the best thing that had ever happened to him. And hopefully her. Them.
There was really no way for him to help it; his lips automatically found the spot on the back of her neck that drove him a little crazy and, by the time they did, he was turned on. Plus, okay, it was morning and that happened a lot in the mornings.
"Guess what day it is," he managed in a low voice, his lips still brushing against her skin. "And even better… guess where we need to be today?"