@perfectionofscience: The Morning After
Ema didn’t want to wake up.
If you gave her a choice between waking up and possibly murdering Klavier’s cat, she would choose to murder the cat.
And if her not being a morning person was enough, she also had this massive fucking headache jesus christ what did she do—
She groaned and finally sat up — or, she would have if there wasn’t some unnatural force pulling her hair that made her flop back down on to her pillow again. Then again, she didn’t remember her pillow being this hard with all these lumps in it…
She tried turning around and hugging it, but it was significantly smaller, too. At last, her eyes opened, only to her retract her arms in shock when she saw who was right in front of her, who she’d been cuddling quite happily only a few moments ago.
Klavier. Of course.
Another groan escaped her lips when she rolled off of him, lying down on her stomach with her face pressed in to the mattress.
“Please don’t tell me I did something stupid.”
He almost started as Ema suddenly tried to sit up, her hair unfortunately in his grasp. After snuggling his torso, she had rolled off with a groan, and was currently hiding her face, probably with a pounding headache.
And wondering what the hell had occurred last night.
A little smile played on his lips as he slid over her back and nuzzled her neck.
“Oh, other than having sexual intercourse with me, no, you didn’t do anything stupid,” he remarked.
He kissed her ear and then proceeded to crawl out of bed, stretching and yawning like a feline as he did so.
“Do you want something to eat, Fräulein?”