WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

[At some point she's going to end up gnawing on his shoulder a little. Fortunately she's not biting hard, because those teeth are sharp]

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

[OK, that starts to wake him up. He mumbles a question in German. What's going on?]

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

[Luly just snuggles a little tighter. She's not very padded—all lean muscle and not much body fat—but at least she's got a snug grip]

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he doesn't really mind at all. She's a woman and he's not going to question this. He rolls over to face her - and he's a bit shocked to discover Luly.]

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

[she shifts against him a little irritably, having gotten all comfortable a moment before]

[one eye slowly sneaks open]

...

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

[Hi Luly]

...good morning?

[He grins sheepishly.]

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

... hello.

[her fingernails tickle a little on Erwin's back]

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

[He wriggles a bit and then settles.]

I... um... apologize.

[He doesn't sound horrifically sorry, though.]

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

[mumble] It's been way too long...

[he gets squirmed against a little bit]

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

[He swallows nervously - let's be honest, he's a nineteen-year old kid who's been away from civilization for a while. Fighting a war.]

...since when?

[OK, he has to ask, even if he does drape an arm over here.]

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Nnngh... at least six months.

[she bites her lip]

You know.

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

[He coughs and then swallows nervously, gaze flickering over her features as he debates internally. His throat feels horrifically tight and his voice is ab it hoarse when he manages to get the words out.]

I... see. That's... uh... very unfortunate.

[He raises his eyes for a moment as if asking for guidance and then lowers them again.]

...about the same, I guess.