When no one is around, my dear
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
Morning sunlight filtered through the window, spilling across the bed in which Soh lay. Bedsheets draped across her slender frame, ribs rising and falling in time with her slow breathing. At some point in the night, she’d turned away from Zavien and towards the window, and now the light shone directly on her closed eyes. Five more minutes, she told herself, shifting slightly in the bed.
Something tugged at the corner of her awareness, some sound that she vaguely recognized but couldn’t yet place. She blinked sleepily and rose on one arm, golden hair cascading over her shoulder. The sheets slipped from where they’d lain over her chest, revealing that she was still very naked. That was strange. She didn’t usually sleep naked.
The sound intensified, and Soh blinked again, realizing that this wasn’t her room at Wildering House, nor the room she’d rented at the House of Midnight. Suddenly, the last twenty-four hours came rushing back, and her eyes snapped wide open. This was Zavien’s house. Zavien, who she’d slept with not once, but several times. Zavien, who she’d apparently developed feelings for without even realizing.
Zavien, who snored behind her right now.
Slowly, so slowly, Soh rolled so that she was propped up on both elbows, looking down at the still-sleeping man. Gods, she’d thought it had been a dream. It sure had felt like one, with how perfect everything had felt. But if it wasn’t a dream, if the ache between her thighs was real, if the bear-like snoring was any indication… then it was all real.
But how could it be real?
Rolling further, Soh lay on her side to face Zavien and reached out to gently touch her fingertips to his cheek. His skin was warm, stubble scratchy, and she withdrew her hand with a shaky breath, a small smile beginning to grow on her face. Gods, he was real. And if he was real, if this wasn’t a dream, then… wait, what did that mean?
They’d have to talk, she knew that. But that could wait until he woke up. Until then, she was content to watch him, marveling at the peaceful lines of his face in sleep.
Something tugged at the corner of her awareness, some sound that she vaguely recognized but couldn’t yet place. She blinked sleepily and rose on one arm, golden hair cascading over her shoulder. The sheets slipped from where they’d lain over her chest, revealing that she was still very naked. That was strange. She didn’t usually sleep naked.
The sound intensified, and Soh blinked again, realizing that this wasn’t her room at Wildering House, nor the room she’d rented at the House of Midnight. Suddenly, the last twenty-four hours came rushing back, and her eyes snapped wide open. This was Zavien’s house. Zavien, who she’d slept with not once, but several times. Zavien, who she’d apparently developed feelings for without even realizing.
Zavien, who snored behind her right now.
Slowly, so slowly, Soh rolled so that she was propped up on both elbows, looking down at the still-sleeping man. Gods, she’d thought it had been a dream. It sure had felt like one, with how perfect everything had felt. But if it wasn’t a dream, if the ache between her thighs was real, if the bear-like snoring was any indication… then it was all real.
But how could it be real?
Rolling further, Soh lay on her side to face Zavien and reached out to gently touch her fingertips to his cheek. His skin was warm, stubble scratchy, and she withdrew her hand with a shaky breath, a small smile beginning to grow on her face. Gods, he was real. And if he was real, if this wasn’t a dream, then… wait, what did that mean?
They’d have to talk, she knew that. But that could wait until he woke up. Until then, she was content to watch him, marveling at the peaceful lines of his face in sleep.
Spinning in my highest heels, love
Shining just for you
Shining just for you
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
