[fic] Princess Tutu ; Morning After
The curtains were drawn, but a few strips of light managed to seep through and fall down over the bed sheets. Normally something like that wouldn’t have bothered the girl occupying the bed, but in that moment she was in a position she would have rather not shifted from. And as the light grew more intense, annoyingly finding just the right spot over her eyes, she whined openly and stuffed her face into his chest.
…His chest.
Her blue eyes snapped open. And then as the memories came swirling back into the front of her mind, the girl’s cheeks began radiating a furious shade of red. And she was suddenly reminded of how sore she was and…what caused it. Strong hands, soft lips, bite marks up and down her arms…
Before she could think anymore though, he started shifting slightly, and the girl held her breath for a moment as she watched. She was still pressed closely to him with her hands resting in between their bodies, not wanting to move. After a few seconds, his own eyes opened, dazedly drawing themselves to the figure right before him.
…
And immediately his face burst with a similar color, pulling the girl’s arm so her head rested below his chin. She couldn’t quite see his expression with that arrangement, but that was likely the result he was aiming for in the first place.
She spoke against his neck, heart pounding and her voice slightly wavering.
“W-we…we really…ah…”
“…Yeah.”
She looked up at him without moving her head, her knuckles on her lip and blush dashing her cheeks. “You’re…not mad?”
He looked at her for a moment, and then made an unpleasant noise that sounded like a scoff. “Why would I be?”
“Well, I mean…” she paused for a moment, thinking, “…I dunno, you always seem to find something to be mad at me about, so…”
The girl didn’t see him lifting his eyebrow but she did feel the snaking of his arms around her torso, pulling her in even closer. His next word brushed against the stubborn lick of hair sticking above her head. “…Stupid.”
And at that, she couldn’t help but start giggling.
“…What’s so funny?”
The question only made her burst into a fit, shaking against his chest and wiping her eyes. “Well, I mean,” she started, traces of her laughter sprinkling over her words, “I was just…remembering the first time we met face to face. If I went back in time and told my past self that that stupid jerk face who kept being mean to Mytho would eventually…that I would…with him…” She stifled a laugh against her palm. “It’s just… it’s funny.”
He gave the girl an unamused look, before supplying his own rebuttal. “Not nearly as funny as watching a bumbling little idiot stumbling over her words because she made Mytho injure himself.”
With a prominent pout, she shoved against him. “W-Well, you were mean and said it was pointless! Ah-sorry…” she added at hearing his winded groan, still sore and exhausted from the previous night.
“Maybe if you could-nnh-stand on your own feet…” he wheezed out, holding his abdomen where she pushed against him.
She closed her eyes petulantly, suddenly satisfied with his discomfort. “That’s what you get.”
“Hmph.”
…
Eventually the silence fell once again, the two characters molding into one another’s holds. It slowly drew itself into a peaceful picture, and she breathed lightly against his chest as she allowed more memories of hours prior to play before her closed eyelids.
After several relaxing minutes, she heard him mumble against the top of her head. “…You snore.”
She opened her eyes, brows furrowing. And immediately she became defensive. “I do not.”
“Yes you do. Loudly.”
“Nu-uh!” Once again the girl pulled her head away from him and pushed back, getting a good look at his smug face and greeting it with a mope. “Liar!”
But as she pushed, he only playfully tightened his hold. “Nope. You snored back when you were a duck, and you certainly snore as a girl.”
At that, her mouth fell open, eyebrows creased and face reddening. “Y-You’ve never said I snored when I was a-you’re a liar!” And to emphasize her point, she brought up both hands and squished her palms against his face, pushing with whatever little strength she had left. He never mentioned anything about snoring; he was just being a jerk, right? Otherwise, she may really have been making obnoxious noises right next to his face all night long…just right after they were so…
Giving a grunt, he grabbed her wrists to free his face, sending her an unamused frown.
And she only huffed in response. “Why didn’t you ever say anything then?” She figured that after spending so many nights by his bed as a duck, he’d get sick of it fast.
Not letting go of her hands, he replied, “Because it was stupidly adorable.”
…Well. She couldn’t stop the blush from overtaking her face as her gaze fell away from his. It wasn’t exactly something he would say every day. Swallowing and feeling the heat radiating off her face, she quietly asked, “Y-You mean as a duck, or as a…”
“Both.” He said it quite simply, dragging her arms back toward him and reinstating his previous hold on her. But this time the girl didn’t put up any resistance, instead allowing her to melt and sigh against his skin, still feeling quite worn out.
Gradually, she felt his breathing start to slow down and even out, and when she glanced up, she noted his sleeping face. Exhaling through her nose, she lifted up one dainty finger to press against his cheek. She had never spent overnight with anyone before, so she didn’t know that she may have had a habit like that. What else would she find out about him, and herself…
But a moment later, he started releasing his own crude snores, and she blew out her cheeks before pressing her palm against his face not unlike before.
Hypocritical jerk…!