For Phedre, the morning after
Giles gently extricated himself from a drifting Alcuin, with a few promise-filled kisses and an admonishment to stay in bed, that breakfast was on his way. He managed his trousers, but he didn't bother with much more than throwing a shirt on without buttoning it; he wasn't going far, after all.
He padded out to the main room where they'd left their mess, humming to himself while smoothing back his hair when he quite suddenly froze.
He'd almost forgotten Alcuin shared living space.
"Good, er, morning," he managed, flushing rather completely.
He padded out to the main room where they'd left their mess, humming to himself while smoothing back his hair when he quite suddenly froze.
He'd almost forgotten Alcuin shared living space.
"Good, er, morning," he managed, flushing rather completely.