âď¸for Percy & Ty because you challenged me - @houseofhimbos
â Waking up (naked) in bed together
The sun had barely touched the sky outside, a faint hint of its arrivel still hidden at the horizon. Yet there were a few shy noises of people walking around somewhere. The muffled footsteps walking up and down the halls nearby, something ratteling as they moved. The scent of freshly baked bread snuck into the room. Ah yes. The palace workers always woke up at ungodly hours to prepare for the day.
As much as Tyrael wanted to keep snoozing the day away, the noises from outside did cause her familiars to chatter and wiggle. They were curious about people yet feared the light they surrounded themselves with. She could feel them trying to snoop a look through the keyhole by the door, tugging her along and nearly out of bed. She let out an annoyed groand as she felt the fabric of the sheets falling from her.Â
She was just about to scold them from interupting her sleep when she realized that the sheet was being tugged from quite the opposite direction. Her familiars were at the door yet the sheet moved towards the wall side from the bed.Â
The confusion she felt when she slowly reached out towards the sheet was overwhelming. Her hand didnât just land upon the sheet itself. It fell upon something warm and clearly more resistant than a piece of fabrik. Something very much breathing and......... is that gentle snoring?
Finally Tyrael faught her groggy self to open those sleep seeking eyes. Her vision was blury, it was hard to make out a shape in the dark. There was a clear outline of someone next to her. She couldnât quite make out who it was, at least not yet. Someone was sharing the bed with her, yet she doesnât remember having anyone join her in bed last night? Or did she?Â
Now that she thought about it, she couldnât remember anything from the last evening. She was at the festival admiring the lights and candels. Played a few games. Tried some of that wine they handed out to the party-goes....... the rest is shrowded in a dense mist. Lost to her no matter how hard she wanted to remember.Â
Rubbing her temples Tyrael tried to come up with a possible story that had happened yet as she did so she felt a chill shaing her frame. Was it always this breezy in here? It wasnât until she ran her hands along her arms that she realized what was going on.Â
She was laying in bed with someone esle while wearing her birthday suit.Â
She read enough stories to know what that meant. Despite the internal instinkt to run the hell outside, she could hardly do so while having no clear idea of where her clothes were at. The idea of clinging to the person next to her sounded much more appealing than running down the halls all of the sudden. At least this person was someone she knew, her familiars wouldnât dare to show up if it was a complete stranger. She found some comfort in the thought, taking a deep breath she huddled closer to the other.
Since the darkness wasnât doing much for her vision she decided to close her eyes and rely on her other senses to gather some information about the other one.Â
Resting her arm upon the otherâs side she tried to make out their shape. Rather small in appearance yet not a child, thighs appeared to be rather pronounced too. A gentle curve here, a bit of a belly too.... Those are rather small hands. And....... What are those small dents on their skin every now and then? The skin is unusually tender in those spots, it almost feels like a bruise. She let her fingers trace along their arm all the way down to their hand. They were quite small yet she could make out that they were well taken care of. Such smooth skin and the sense of magic running through-
She paused. That magic was wild and untamed yet not cruel and aggressive. It felt shapeless and free. Something about it reminded her of the sea yet not quite like it. She only knew one person with that kind of magic.Â
Their wind magic never failed to impress her. Emotional yet caring, a soft whisper in the rustling trees. Tyrael felt a sense of relief when she realized that the one hogging the sheets was none other than her beloved Percy. A smile tugged at her lips as she allowed herself to snuggle a little closer to them. She did try to get some of the blanket from this sheet hoarding gremlin yet gave up when those tiny hands refused to loosen that death grip.Â
Despite the loss of sheets she couldnât help but smile as she wrapped her arms around them in a soft embrace. She nuzzled into their neck, breathing in their scent while placing a loving kiss upon their warm skin, touch lingering just a moment longer.
Maybe she could snuggle with them like this a little while longer?Â
