[closed/incomplete]
Characters: Agravaine (nevermercy) and Euterpe (museicalme)
Date/Time: 02/21, morning
Location: Agravaine's place
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, morning-after situations
Summary: Everything seems different come morning, even casual encounters.
It was a gorgeous Monday morning, sunlight streaming in through the slightly parted curtains made that abundantly clear as Euterpe blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Attempting to sit up, she realized quickly that she was naked, with Agravaine's arm resting across her lower back. Grinning slightly as she remembered exactly what had taken place the nught before, she snuck a glance at the clock on his night table and nearly forgot that thanks to the wacky holiday system she didn't have class today. Part of her debated being nice and getting up to make coffee, but she was enjoying the warmth he radiated and had no idea how he took his coffee anyway.
Instead, without considering how it might be construed, the Muse snuggled up against the knight, humming softly as she started to drift back into a peaceful sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually stayed long enough to wake up with someone; usually Euterpe would skedaddle before any potential awkwardness set in, but she probably would have disturbed Agravaine's sleep if she tried to wiggle out from under his arm and she was much too polite a fuck-buddy to risk it.
Yeah, that must be what was keeping her in the bed, her manners...
Date/Time: 02/21, morning
Location: Agravaine's place
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, morning-after situations
Summary: Everything seems different come morning, even casual encounters.
It was a gorgeous Monday morning, sunlight streaming in through the slightly parted curtains made that abundantly clear as Euterpe blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Attempting to sit up, she realized quickly that she was naked, with Agravaine's arm resting across her lower back. Grinning slightly as she remembered exactly what had taken place the nught before, she snuck a glance at the clock on his night table and nearly forgot that thanks to the wacky holiday system she didn't have class today. Part of her debated being nice and getting up to make coffee, but she was enjoying the warmth he radiated and had no idea how he took his coffee anyway.
Instead, without considering how it might be construed, the Muse snuggled up against the knight, humming softly as she started to drift back into a peaceful sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually stayed long enough to wake up with someone; usually Euterpe would skedaddle before any potential awkwardness set in, but she probably would have disturbed Agravaine's sleep if she tried to wiggle out from under his arm and she was much too polite a fuck-buddy to risk it.
Yeah, that must be what was keeping her in the bed, her manners...