Sep 2, 2013
@theladyoperaghost said: He’d actually fallen asleep in the short duration of her nap, so she’d gone to the kitchen for tea—her odd craving, black tea. As she meandered back, dressed in his shirt, Erika stopped mid-yawn at his panic. “What? What’s happened?”
He doesn't even answer her. He feels something very hot scorch his arm, but he doesn't care because he's hugging her. More like clinging to. Probably slightly uncomfortably, but he doesn't care. He pulls her as close as he can, fingers closing around shirt and hair, face buried in her neck. He can feel himself falling again, but this time she's coming with him, until both of them are sprawled in the hallway.