sunday not-six is soft

Absent the ability to post snippets of any of my ongoing exchange fics, have the beginning of the Ana/Mei first time fic meme prompted me for an embarrassing number of months ago and also a complete tonal whiplash from last night's Moira/Mercy murderfic.

She sleeps in Ana's bed, her first night back. Three sweatshirts, a pair of Ana's old gloves with the index fingers worn down from too much screen use, and as many blankets as the two of them could scavenge from the half-filled closets, and Mei thinks, as she curls so far into a ball that her forehead nearly touches her knees, that this might be what warmth feels like.

Ana's there when she wakes up, too, her hand heavy on Mei's thigh through the blankets. "Some of us were thinking about going down for breakfast together. Unless you'd like to sleep longer? I imagine your body still needs time to adjust to being outside of cryo."

Mei blinks away sleep, taking a moment to revel in the simple pleasure of opening her eyes - of opening her eyes to a face she'd never thought she'd see again. "I don't want to sleep. And I don't think you want to see anyone else for breakfast either."

Bets on whether this becomes the first of my #unwritten smutswap freeforms prompts to actually merit an E rating?