higher. // scarlett & hans
The sunlight crept into the room through the curtains. The morning haze covered the bedroom, indifferent to the previous night’s endeavours. The day arrived calm and peaceful, taking away the hectic and extravagant night. Light hit her eyes, and she shut them tighter before slowly opening them to the new day.
Scarlett didn’t recognize her surrounding for a moment. It wasn’t her bedroom for sure. For one, it was as big as her whole apartment. And two, it was very... manly. She was frozen in place for a moment before she rolled sideways to face her companion on the bed.
Hans looked as handsome as ever, but there was something about the way he slept that left him defenseless for a moment. Scarlett couldn’t bring herself to look away. She propped herself on her elbow and let herself stare, memorizing the lines of his face, the angles, the sharp edges and mysterious shadows. His brow furrowed slightly when he slept. She found it endearing.
The events of the night before came rushing into her mind. They’d left the ball together. To his house. To his bedroom. To his bed. Scarlett expected to feel ashamed or at least embarrassed to have fallen so easily into his hands. But she didn’t. She wasn’t ashamed. If she remembered correctly (and she hadn’t had that much to drink, so she trusted her memory), he hadn’t been all that in control himself. And besides, it was... good.
Against better judgement, which told her to just slip out and be gone, she leaned down and rested her nose on his cheek, smiling. “Good morning, sleepy head,” she whispered, eyelids fluttering closed, his heat transferring to her.