heathen’s kiss

Phoebe just stared at him, unable to really make sense of the situation. Granted, she had never had a one night stand before, but she was pretty sure he was supposed to be well on his way home right about now. She blinked at him slowly as he seemed perfectly content to just poke about her kitchen, oblivious to what was supposed to happen now. Were flings different in his world? Was she just completely off-base with how this all was supposed to work? Her utter confusion played out clearly on her face, not one to hide behind masks and pretenses - especially before a nice morning up of tea. "Uhm..." she said a little dumbly, continuing to stare while rooted in place. He mentioned Pim and she glanced at the pink dragon, who merely stared back, head tilted to the side. Clearly some sort of communication passed between them, based on the intensity of their looks, before the blonde looked back at him again, brows still furrowed. "I think he is confused why you are here still." she said, rubbing her eyes. But she came into the kitchen, footsteps light on the hardwood floors. She walked passed him to a little hutch, opening the door and pulling out a glass for him. "Isn't uh...isn't that how it works?" she said, not unkindly, but clearly confused. "We have a nice night together and then you disappear in the morning, and if I ever see you again, you just pretend like you've never met me?" Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world