Jaime and Momoko's Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning
Jaime felt himself waking up slowly, and slowly extended his arms in a sleepy stretch without opening his eyes. Maybe he could work that kink out of his elbow before the day got started. He was halfway through the careful movement when two things struck him.
First, this was not his bed. Two pillows instead of one, a slightly-too-soft mattress. Oh, and the sheets were too nice. Second? He was not alone in bed. It wasn't that that never happened, but this weekend his wife was on duty at the cave, so...
He turned his head slowly and opened his eyes. Momoko lay there with her back to him, breathing the slow, regular breaths of sleep. Jaime was pretty sure that she wasn't supposed to be there, but he wasn't complaining. In fact, he was reaching out to brush a thick strand of red hair away from her neck so that he could lean over there and gently nuzzle her bare skin.
First, this was not his bed. Two pillows instead of one, a slightly-too-soft mattress. Oh, and the sheets were too nice. Second? He was not alone in bed. It wasn't that that never happened, but this weekend his wife was on duty at the cave, so...
He turned his head slowly and opened his eyes. Momoko lay there with her back to him, breathing the slow, regular breaths of sleep. Jaime was pretty sure that she wasn't supposed to be there, but he wasn't complaining. In fact, he was reaching out to brush a thick strand of red hair away from her neck so that he could lean over there and gently nuzzle her bare skin.