Weekends were bliss. The work on the island was never done, but weekends meant the day started a little later for Kat. It was as close to a day off as she wanted for the time being. But weekends were bliss. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over with messy hair and morning breath, and chanted softly at Darsa, who was certainly not still asleep. "Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread."
He had woken up a good minute before she started whispering in his ear. The sunlight beaming through the nearby window, the coastal birds letting out their cry as they flew past. Darsa had one word for the whole situation.
“FUCK.”
Getting up he looked down at his bare chest and made sure to put more of his blankets around his waist. “Um... I was supposed to get woken up before dawn so I could get some baking in...” He then looked down at the blankets then back to Kat. “Um... Love, I might need t’ask you to uh let me put some pants on. I didn’t know you’d be sneakin into my room or I would of, put on some trousers.”
(( @kat-lockhart You asked for this!))
“Well, good mornin’ to you, too,” Kat huffed playfully in response to his exclamation.
She should have known he was naked, and maybe part of her did. It was something that had come up in the past, but it didn’t seem to come to mind when she set herself on course to pester the sleeping nobleman. She was awake and had a few hours before she would go to the smith. She wanted to spend time with him and she also wanted bread. It seemed like an innocent enough mistake.
“Right. Sorry,” she smirked without moving. She weighed her options, consider she was in a rare mood, and simply remained sitting on the edge of his pallet bed. “But you said you might need ‘t’ask’ me to let you...so give me a moment to reckon whether I consider myself asked or not. And then I gotta decide if I’ma let you.” She hummed and dramatically pantomimed considering the request before looking at him side-eyed. “If I let ya put pants on, can we still have bread?”
[ @darsacarrington ]
The streetrat turned nobleman smirked back at her as she made up her mind. “o’Course you can have bread.” He chuckled and looked down at the bundle of blankets on his lap and then back at her. “I mean, you could have bread with out me putting on pants, but that’s gonna be up to you if you want that kind of show.” He knew this was teretory they hadn’t played with. Darsa has the pacients of a saint and wanted Kat to take the lead on what she wanted and when she wanted it. “There is somethin’ freeing about being naked while bakng. I’ll just not be frying anything with out pants on.” He winked but was also ready to see if this was too far or not.
( @kat-lockhart)
