lazybox | ASSORTED NSFW REDHEAD SHENANIGANS

[It had definitely been ...explosive. Intense. Exhilarating.

That was the very least he could say about what it had felt like. The man had left him there; and, somehow... he didn't even care. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, eyes still somewhat glazed over. His face, no longer as red as it had been, had a look of stunned pleasure still written there. Needless to say, at that moment, he was completely unable to hate the guy who just left...

Then, he blinked, appearing to come out of the vampire's spell. Luke now looked a tad bit confused. What the hell... just happened. Slowly, he moved a hand to his forehead, his face turning a bit red, again (in spite of his more-than-just-slight loss of blood). As though confirming that the incident had actually happened, his other hand moves to his neck. Immediately, a shiver moved throughout his body upon touching it.]

Wh...what the hell...?

[The dream was simultaneously thrilling and thoroughly uncomfortable.

Sheba knows that dreaming about another person isn't uncommon. It happens all the time - it just hadn't happened to her yet, not in all eighteen of her years. And she can't really say that the dream was unpleasant, because it wasn't...

It just made things sort of awkward, because there's no real way of avoiding him. She's known Asch for more than three years now - a year and a half in the Tower, almost two years here - and he's one of the people she's closest to now that they've escaped and have ended up here instead of in Auldrant or Weyard. The powers that be must have known that, because they'd ended up in the same house, even though they hadn't arrived at the same time.

It's going to make having breakfast a little more of a challenge, she thinks as she sits up. She's awake and still she's thinking back to various scenes from the dream, wondering what it would feel like if it had really happened.

...actually, it's going to make just waking up awkward, she realizes as she looks down. Because this isn't her bed, it's his; night before last she'd had nightmares and had asked to sleep next to him to stave them off. Which means he's right there already. Her cheeks flush a bright red - that's sort of embarrassing, because she really should be used to this by now - and she smiles.]

Oh... good morning!

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