Noah was none the wiser to Elann’s near silent approach. The window had been pushed open, allowing the cool mid-spring air to flow inside the room. His frames outwardly radiating heat was barely dampened by the cool breezes caressing his nearly bare frame. Over time he had become sensitive to hearing Elann’s voice, and so as she spoke his loving name he groaned softly in reply, eyes not cracking just yet.

He felt her hand on his back as he stirred, the peck at his ribs bringing him to life further still. He turned onto his side and then rolled onto his back, eyes opening to Elann as she spoke again in informing and in question. He closed his eyes again after looking her over in his haze, mostly because her hand came into his hair to comfort him all the more. 

He didn't answer her yet, reaching up to take her hand from his hair to hold in his while resting it over his chest. His breaths remained deep and lazy as he kind of slid away again for a moment, his mind reminding him of her question and presence. He stirred again and cracked his eyes open once more, setting his sights on her.

“Love,” he said sleepily. He hadn't been sleep long enough for grogginess to seep into his voice, but the low lazy and deepness of it remained.

Noah reached out to her with both hands and grabbed ahold of her, pulling her, perhaps unexpectedly, onto him. Though the movements were rather quick, the landing wasn't hard enough to hurt either of him, especially with the deeply comfy bed beneath him and now them. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his head into her neck and planting a lazy kiss there in the crook of her neck.