Morning, Sleeping Beauty~
Put “Morning, Sleeping Beauty” in my askbox for my character’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior.
Having sex with Ciel was one thing, but literally sleeping with him was a whole ‘nother story. Never once had Tobias stayed the night, for he never thought himself invited to, and even if he was he would most likely turn the proposition down. To accept meant to admit some sort of attachment to the earl, and that could not be had. Yet here the killer found himself, barely awake and in the tight grasp of the young nobleman, Ciel’s sleeping face buried into his bare chest, the peaceful look as the younger dreamed sweetly sending the blonde’s heart into a racing fury. What was he doing here? Was Ciel okay with this? What happened the night prior? Tobias frantically clawed through his memory for any recollection of the night before, his magenta gaze wide as it flickered across the room. Nothing in sight gave any sort of clue to the situation, furthering the male’s frenzy. Slowly, gingerly, Tobias peeled himself from the noble’s arm, standing on the pads of his toes as he began to walk to the window, only pausing to grab what he assumed to be his pants off the ground. Hopefully he won’t remember anything either, he silently prayed, hoping the shifting sound of the sheets behind him was Ciel’s attempt at getting comfortable and not waking up.
