[closed/incomplete]

[museicalme]

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.

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[museicalme]

Grouchiness had never bothered Euterpe, though of course her current bed mate had no way of knowing that. She grew up around musicians, and most of them weren't exactly morning people. They never really stifled themselves around her, and as such she had some experience dealing with people who just didn't care. That, and her father was Zeus, so it's not like she wasn't preternaturally disposed to some douchiness herself.

Agravaine, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, was proving to be exactly what she had needed. Around her friends and sisters she had a tendency to feel like a bit of an asshole for her blunt nature. She wasn't really a bubbly ball of sunshine all the time, though she was easily excitable, and the fact of the matter was something about his 'fuck it all' attitude was attractive and liberating to her.

As Euterpe began to bliss out toward naptime she felt his fingers wandering over her skin, the sensation making her wriggle closer to him. Her soft laugh was muffled as she buried her face against his shoulder, she hadn't mentioned she was just a little ticklish, had she?

[nevermercy]

He slowly began to stir as she moved against him, but didn't bother opening his eyes just yet. There would be no surprise seeing her face or feeling her nude body tucked into his side, mostly because he'd gone to bed knowing just who could wake up in his arms. And even more shocking, he'd remember her name and who she was. Sometimes girls' names just didn't stick, even after he booted their asses out of his apartment.

Agravaine, who would never be a morning person as long as he lived, didn't make much of an effort to wake up fully, and put off facing the morning sun by allowing his fingers to continue their curious path along the curve of her waist, her strong bones of her hip -- any warm place within reach that would prompt another wiggle.

[museicalme]

She started to calm down after a few moments, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent as her laughter died off. There was something about the lazy path his touch was taking that gave her the impression that he had no idea what his actions were doing to her, as if she couldn't believe that he would deliberately tease her like this. She opened her eyes as a gasp escaped her lips, doing her best to stay quiet in an effort to let him sleep longer.

Euterpe, who for all intents and purposes tried to be considerate, except in this situation he wasn't playing fair at all, was debating the merits of being more assertive in the bedroom while her hands roamed down his stomach -- her legs sliding along his as she began to writhe closer.