❥ (tho wow drunken confession was so temptin g 8> )
accidental affection | x | No longer accepting!
❥ — for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch
How they both had possibly ended up in this scenario was better left for imagination itself, but what Hanzo did know was that he had groggily woken up on a couch smaller than what he would have liked, in the middle of night, a small clock on the wall spelling out in red, glowing numbers ‘ 2:38 AM ’, and that when he had tried to move his left arm Hanzo found it impossible to do so.
A glance down, eyes of earth bleary and tired, showed him the tussled hair of the prestigious Viper, quiet breaths and small snores escaping from parted lips while rather long eyelashes kissed rose colored cheeks, and the heavy feeling of her head upon his bicep gave way to why Hanzo weren’t able to move the appendage. Brows furrowed and eyes squinted—He thought´the worst. What had they done in order for them to find themselves in this predicament? A glance down, and he was relieved to see that clothes were still upon their frames, despite it being ruffled and crawling up, exposing more skin than what Hanzo thought necessarry.
Sleep usually did that, he argued, and dismissed it.
The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air and stuck to their very beings like a thin blanket. It gave a bit of reason, told Hanzo why they had found themselves in said position, and told Hanzo why he had initially allowed it. Foolish, stupid, how unbelieveable could he have been—He shook his head.
Perhaps it would be better to move, to get some kind of distance. Hanzo tried, backing away and pushing himself into the very back of the couch, trying so very hard to at least gain some sense of personal space, shoulder blades against the cushions–
And ultimately failed, for a groan left Rosabella, the woman rolling and throwing an arm over Hanzo’s midsection while burying her face in his chest, leaving him frozen up and unable to move, with only a rather confused and uncomfortable expression upon his features. He valued his space and it was being violated despite Rosabella not having knowledge of it. He couldn’t really put the blame on her though, but it was so easy to do so. No, the blame initially laid on both of them, even if Hanzo didn’t like to think about it.
“ I am getting too old for this. ” He whispered to himself and tried to relax, but found it quite impossible to do so. Eyes went to the clock again; ‘ 2:54 AM ’. Not that long had passed, but longer than Hanzo would have liked. The edges of the feeling of being tired ebbed at the corner of his vision, that familiar groggy feeling continuously pushing at his systems. It had been a long evening, he remembered, and it was reasonable to be this tired.
Hanzo glanced at Rosabella once more.
He’d take this up with her when morning came.
