"I know how soft Quendi hair is," he assures Telumë, and kisses him, and gasps and wiggles when hairtouched.

Then Telumë will keep petting his hair until he runs out of attention span for doing a single action repeatedly, even a very nice one, and he flops over and just smiles at Maitimo, a bit vaguely. Love you. 

I know. I love you too.

He has to pull his thoughts together, effortfully, before he can manage more words. Are you having fun? I wanted you to have a good time.

Patpat. I am having a lovely time. 

Good! Snuggle. Happy wiggle. Though something is sort of distracting him... I am hungry, he complains once he's managed to figure it out. 

Well I can get you food but would have to stop snuggling you to do it.

He thinks about it. If you stop snuggling me for two minutes I could manage, he decides. 

Then he will dart to the kitchen and try to get food in two minutes.

There's fruit on the counter, and some sweet pastries in a box on one of the shelves. 

He will bring Telumë back some fruit and a sweet pastry.

Thank you. It's sort of a ridiculous amount of delicious, but he still keeps getting distracted looking at Maitimo, so it takes him a while. He flops down again. Snuggles now? 

Sure, snuggles. 

Telumë cuddles up against him - kisses him - finds himself wanting to do more than kiss, but hesitates because he has some vague recollection that he isn't supposed to. 

Imaginary Vanyel is scowling disapprovingly. We have to make him go away before I can take your clothes off.

Oh. Telumë is finding that hard to parse, but the mental image of Vanyel scowling at them is very funny and he starts laughing again. Would he normally find it that funny? He spends a moment trying to orient on that. ...I am sorry, I think I am rather giddy right now. It's wearing off a tiny bit, maybe, enough that he's slightly self-conscious about having spent several hours not making any sense.  

You are. It's good, I'm glad you're happy. A more sensible and less silly explanation would be that you are trying to teach yourself that you will not have sex when you didn't mean to, and you didn't mean to, this time, so we shouldn't. 

Right, I remember. He is maybe slightly annoyed with his past self about that plan, but he can still follow it. And just be cuddly and happy and cozy and kind of sleepy, he's finding it annoying to keep his eyes open so he stops. He still knows Maitimo is right there being very pretty. 

Maitimo tries to imagine the Leareth he first met being intoxicated and half out of his mind and thoroughly content and happy and sleepy about it. He cannot imagine it at all. He pets Telumë and sings, quietly, in case Telumë is about to fall asleep which it seems like he might be.

He's halfheartedly trying to stay awake, so he can keep enjoying how nice everything is right now, but he's so sleeeepy and it doesn't take that many minutes before this turns into being asleep. 

Awwwww.

And he'll stretch out his attention across the city but stay here in case he's disoriented when he wakes. 

(He has absolutely zero desire to try the tea. Being out of control around Telumë feels awful to even contemplate, will maybe feel awful forever. That's okay.)

Telumë sleeps late. Wakes up feeling tired and fuzzy-headed - his memories of the night before are a bit foggy and jumbled, he doesn't like that, he's not sure if it was less noticeable on the test night because he only did very boring things.

He turns. Maitimo? 

Hey. Headscritch. How are you feeling?

Ugh. Kind of out of it. He stretches. I am not sure I remember everything from last night properly...? He doesn't think that he did anything he would regret now, but it's disconcerting that he's not entirely sure. 

You declared that everything was very pretty and that my hair was very soft. We cuddled. I wouldn't - he doesn't mean to sound defensive but it's there, a bit -