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morning after

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( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )

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① BREAKFAST IN BED; your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY; they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED; you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER; and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL; there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?
⑥ WET AND WILD; don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE; sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?
⑧ A BITTER PILL; turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE; that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?
⑩ WILD CARD; roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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[When it comes to actual REM sleep, Sunday doesn't find himself to be much of a heavy sleeper. He's light, if anything. Even the smallest sound or amount of light in his room wakes him up.

But this morning... While the sunlight drips through his curtains and splays over the white sheets... Sunday doesn't stir. He's perfectly content to sleep, stomach against the mattress and his arm tucked under the pillow. His hair and wings are strewn over the pillow in neat, messy strands. His body naked and the white sheet barely covering his hips. His smooth back exposed.

And his other arm reaches out to quietly drapes over the body nearby him. No leaving yet...]

[Aether too sleeps soundly today, not bothered by the light seeping in through the curtains. He's on his side, cheek sinking into the pillow, long blonde hair cascading freely down his back and onto the mattress. His bare form is covered with the sheets just enough to shield him from the morning chill.

The warmth of another body lures him closer eventually, making him press into Sunday, head right under the other's chin, nose touching his collar bone. Aether's hand glides to his partner's hip, feeling the soft skin under his fingers, before reaching the sheets. He grabs onto those to pull them up and wrap them both into a warm cocoon.

He's not going anywhere. Not for now anyway.]

[When the blond shifts closer, Sunday does stir from his sweet sleep. The shift of the blanket and the way that Aether sneaks in close is ... so soft. So gentle. And Sunday's heart stirs as he slowly opens his eyes to watch Aether's breathing form.

... Aether is. Otherworldly. Beautiful.

He thinks to the previous night and how close their bodies had been. The shift of Aether's smooth skin against his. For someone as private as Sunday, it's a rare thing for him to find intimacy with another person. It's rarer still to allow himself that sort of pleasure.

But with Aether... The celestial spark from so far away...

Sunday slowly lets his hand slide up to brush a soft lock from Aether's cheek.]

[The gentle touch makes Aether shift a little again, before his eyes open slightly, still very much drowsy as the warmth envelopes his body. His hand moves up and down Sunday's back as if he's already missed touching the other.]

Good morning.

[There's a warm smile on his face as he admires his partner. The halo and tiny wings give him a truly divine look in the morning light. A real angel in my arms, Aether thinks to himself with amusement, then his mind is flooded by the memories of the night before. He recalls so much warmth as they gently shared the moment of pleasure. He recalls kissing Sunday's skin with devotion, like a silent vow of loyalty to the man before him. He recalls falling asleep by his side, heart full and so glad that he finally has a place he belongs to.

His heart swells with affection and Aether leans to press the softest kiss to Sunday's collarbone.]

[Aether's touch is so featherlight and sweet, Sunday can't help shivering slightly. Despite the previous night being full of touch and gentle passion, Aether's touch and kisses now are... so affectionate and simple. He hadn't thought that it would feel this good.]

Good morning.

[A good morning. A morning that hasn't been this good in a very, very long time.

Sunday's fingers trail over Aether's cheek before he tilts his chin upwards. And he slowly leans in to press a sleepy, slow kiss to his lips.]

[It's almost as if they're in their own, small, private heaven. Just two of them basking in the morning light, enjoying the gentle morning by each other's side. Aether have never thought it would be this good, this right. He wishes all their mornings looked like this, but sadly, it's not possible.

He smiles when he feels his lover shiver against his touch and that smile only grows when he's pulled into a sleepy, leisurely kiss. It's so wonderful it makes a soft sound form in the back of his throat as he draws only nearer.

The kiss ends with a sigh from him and Aether is quick to grab Sunday's hand and bring it close to his lips, kissing it by starting from the tips of his lover's fingers and steadily going down.]

[Sunday understand that this is a fleeting moment. That soon enough Aether will take his leave on his journey. While Sunday would rather, he could keep Aether safe here in Penacony... He knows that cannot be.

So he will enjoy what it is that he's allowed to taste and have. This warm body close to his, making his skin shiver and his heart beat in ways that he didn't know it could. A thrill, an indescribable ache. A desire.

His eyes are half lidded as he watches Aether kiss each tip of his fingers so delicately.]

I hope you know... If you keep going, that I'll demand you stay longer than today.

[He continues to kiss, the warmth spreading through his entire being. He wishes they could have more mornings like these. Just being lazy, ignoring the world outside as they find happiness in each other's arms. It's clear that Aether wants to prolong this moment for as long as he can, maybe even coaxing his lover to lose himself again.

He kisses the center of Sunday's palm, then there's a soft, amused laugh at the other's words as Aether looks up.]

Demand, huh. [He shifts again, making sure their bodies remain close. The contact alone is making him crave more as he slowly settles, his lips almost touching Sunday's ear as his hands gently pin Sunday's to the soft mattress.]

I don't really do well with demands, but... if you ask me, then I will consider it.

[His voice is gentle just like the kiss that he brushes right beneath Sunday's ear. Maybe it's betraying that Aether already made up his mind to stay longer. It's so rare for him - for both of them - to have moments like these. It's only natural they would both want to use the time they have to the fullest... And Aether isn't in a hurry right now. He can spare a couple more days, especially if that is also Sunday's wish.]

[Aether's touch is like fleeting touches from a ray of hot sunlight, so warm and nourishing on his body. He wants to keep Aether there against his body and his skin, wrap his arms around his lithe body tightly and hold him close for hours and hours...

It isn't often that Sunday allows himself moments like this. A sweet dream come to life just for the two of them.

When he feels Aether's laugh against his lungs and those lips trail over his ear, Sunday closes his eyes and feels each bit with uneasy desire.

In a gentle movement of shifting, Sunday shifts them so that Aether's back is against the soft mattress. Sunday hovers over him so that it is his hands that are doing the pinning to keep Aether there below him. His hair falls in curtains with his feathers near Aether's cheeks.]

Please. Stay with me longer, this time.

[It's easy to shift them around, but it still surprises Aether when he ends up with his back on the mattress, hands kept in place by Sunday's as the man looks down on him and asks him to stay. It takes the traveler's breath away, makes his heart beat only faster in his chest.

Eventually, he lets out a shaky breath and a nod.]

How... could I possibly say "no" to you when you're asking me this way?

[He wants to reach up and kiss, touch, feel his lover but he doesn't free his arms from Sunday's grasp. Aether looks up at the other as if inviting him. They have the time and he wants to use every moment of it.]

[So inviting. At times, Sunday wonders if his affection for Aether is a weakness of his. Something like a sin that he shouldn't be indulging in. He doesn't deserve such sweetness in his life. Nor does he deserve to enjoy even a fraction of the light that Aether gives.

But Aether's face watches him as if he's expecting Sunday. And he feels a longing ache in his chest. To want this softness... To be so starved for that affection...

He resists the urge to look away or bring his forehead down to rest on Aether's chest. Instead, he leans down to claim Aether's lips in a chaste, slow kiss. His grip still keeps Aether in place, as if he doesn't want Aether to touch him yet. Not yet. He wants to explore Aether's mouth once more.]

[He welcomes the kiss with a small sigh, easily matching the slow pace and enjoying the way their lips glide against one another. He makes a feeble attempts at freeing himself from Sunday's hold, but realizes he's not yet allowed to be released. His heart beats faster, his brain already thinking of ways to make up for his inability to touch. His mouth opens, inviting the other, temping him to sink as far as he wants into their kiss.

Can he really be called sweet when in reality he's so greedy? He can't even fathom stopping now, wanting to be as close to the other as it's possible.]

[He would never even consider Aether to be greedy. Although, the same could probably be said for Sunday. He's greedy in his own ways as well.

Like now, as he kisses Aether deeply and refuses to let Aether touch him. He keeps the other pinned to the bed gently by his hands, sliding his fingers to lace together with Aether's hands to hold against the sheets.]

Aether...

[He moans right into the kiss as it continues, his body wants to press close, his hands long for touch, but he's prevented from any of this by being, sadly, pinned down. His fingers easily lace with Sunday's, hand squeezing the other's ever so gently. Thumb glides against the skin, tracing soft patterns into it. His ability to touch may be very limited right now, but that doesn't make him stop trying.

He sighs hearing his own name and uses the moment when they're not kissing to shift a little and press his lips right against Sunday's neck. He trails tender kisses against the soft skin, then lets his tongue feel it as well, entranced by the warmth.]

[Aether's warmth is addicting, it's nothing like anything he would ever be able to feel in a dream. So soft, inviting and calming. He lets out a soft sigh when he feels lips against his skin and wonders how someone can be so beautiful.

How did Sunday ever deserve to find this. But he's lost in the moment. He can only think about how warm Aether is.]

How is it that you ... capture me like this.

[He opens his eyes to gaze down at Aether. Then it will be Sunday's turn to gently lean down and pepper kisses over Aether's neck and shoulder. Enjoying the hot splay of skin against skin. Aether's smooth sun-like body on his lips.]

[He chuckles, bright like sunlight, at that comment, then his breath is taken away by lips against his own skin. Aether sighs, offering more of himself, his neck, his shoulder. He can't get enough of Sunday's affection. It leaves traces of warmth against his skin.]

That's... a funny thing to say when you're the only pinning me down.

[His tone is playful, but his voice is a bit hushed. There's a pleased sigh here and there as he's enjoying the moment.

At the same time, Aether makes a feeble attempt to free his hands, as if to show off how powerless he is right now. There's a grin on his face, too.]

Then allow me to free you.

[It's that feeble little tug that has Sunday finally releasing Aether's hands. But at the same time Sunday doesn't stop his small trail of kisses over Aether's neck and collarbone.]

[He chuckles more, then his arms quickly wrap around Sunday, hands trailing the bare skin as Aether enjoys the kisses.]

So all I had to do was ask? I'll keep that in mind.

[His hand reaches up and up, until he lets his fingers brush against those silver wings. He's careful about it.]

[Sunday lets out the smallest puff of laughter against Aether's skin. It feels good to be touched, to have Aether so affectionate in his arms.

His wings will twitch slightly. They're very sensitive to the touch... Touching a halovian's wings is a very intimate thing to do, after all.]

I feel as though I'm compelled to give you whatever you might ask for, Aether.

[His fingers glide from the base of the wing upwards in a slow motion, as if examining it, maybe seeking the right spot. The feathers feel so soft under his touch and Aether smiles bright.]

You already gave me everything I could've ever wanted.

[His smile turns a little playful.] But... [There is a "but"! Aether laughs and leans closer, lips right next to Sunday's ear.] How about we switch places?

[He wants to lovingly spoil the other.]

[Sunday suppresses a small, pleasant shiver. His eyes widen when Aether asks his whispered question so sweetly in his ear.]

... As you wish.

[How could he ever deny anything that Aether could ever ask? He's enthralled. Curious... He'll let Aether flip their positions.]

Although I should tell you... If you keep touching my feathers in the way that you are...

[He sighs a little bit, smile warm, blissful. Sunday really is so willing to give him anything he wants... it's only fair if Aether spoils him and makes sure he has the best morning of his life. Something to remember once Aether's travels separate them again and something to look forward to when they reunite once more.

Gently, he flips their positions and settles carefully on top of Sunday, bare skin presses against skin. His hands quickly return to the feathered wings.]

If you don't want me to touch them, I can do something else instead... [His voice is soft, but teasing. He leans down and this time it's his lips that glide over the feathers. Every little kiss is followed by another, this time trailing down to the base of the wing.]

[Sunday settles against the pillow, golden eyes half lidded as he watches Aether above him. His hair is a messy halo around his face, wings twitching softly with each little touch Aether gives them. Aether looks utterly beautiful above him like this.]

If you do not stop...

[He gives a soft, half-hearted warning. But it is when Aether's soft lips tease against his wings that Sunday shivers. It makes a pleasant jolt of pleasure wiggle down his spine. And Sunday's hands grip gently to Aether's hips.]

You will have to agree to be mine.

[... Sunday's voice is a soft whisper.]

Touching a halovian's wings is a very ... intimate act, Aether. It means you wish... to be my mate.

[Much like touching a bird's feathers, it can be taken as a very serious soul-mate inducing act.]

[There's a bright blush blooming on his face when those words are said. It's not like Aether didn't expect it, but hearing it still affects him. The traveler shifts to look at the other, fingers brushing his companion's cheek. Sunday is truly angelic, especially now, with his silver hair framing his face.]

I wish for nothing else than to be yours and for you to be mine.

[He whispers those words, almost like a secret shared between them. Then he gently brushes the bangs away from Sunday's forehead and places a soft kiss there.]

I want to always be yours.

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