"Better question, did you sleep well?" She glanced up at him. Since he'd been awake before her, she wondered if he even slept at all.
May I Have This Dance?//One-on-one//
Dorian nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Yes I did."
"Well that's good." She relaxed a little when he said that, glad for the stress relief.
He nodded a little, "Yes. You feeling sore? Can I get you something to eat or drink or…"
She giggled softly. "My legs are a little sore and I could use a glass of water but other than that, I'm fine."
Dorian nodded, kissing her cheek, “I’ll go get some water.”
"But you're so warm, don't leave me to be cold." She cuddled into him further.
Dorian chuckled softly, "All right, love, all right. I won't go yet."
"Good." She smiled softly, proud that she'd won.
He smiled himself, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
She gladly held him close, never wanting to leave his grip.
And then the calmness seemed to end as their was a banging on the door.
She instantly jumped, instantly awake. She relaxed when she realized that she was fine and sighed. "I suppose we should get that."
"Stay there," Dorian crawled out of bed, slipping on some pants and throwing her his shirt, "Put that on."
She quickly did as asked, smiling to herself as she did. She just watched him at this point, wondering who exactly it was.
Dorian walk towards the door hoping whoever it was would ask what they needed and leave quickly. When are you open the door he was met with the scowling face of his brother, “Keep it down next time, will you?”
She couldn't help herself as she burst out laughing. She laughed easily but this was amazing.
Dorian snickered himself, though his brother didn't look very impressed, "Sorry, not my fault you can't keep a girl." He winked at Fiona.
She giggled once again, blowing a kiss back at him before burying her face into her knees as she pulled them to her chest.
Edward rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Just keep it down next time." He slammed the door.
She couldn't stop giggling. "Well. He seemed friendly."
Dorian snorted, walking to the bed and flopping down face down and groaning, "Sure."
She rolled her eyes with a smile and ran her fingers through his hair. "Relax honey, at least it was only him."
"Hmmm…" He relaxed under her touches, "Fair, you're right."
She gently trailed her fingers down his back where red scratch marks from her nails seemed to almost glow in the light. "It could've been worse. Like your sisters or, probably worst of all, your own father."
Dorian shivered slightly under her touch, “I’d rather deal with my father over Edward,”
"Oh come on, he can't be that bad." She giggled, rolling her eyes.
He lifted his head ever so slighlty, “You’re right, they’re both as bad as each other.”
She sighed dramatically. "And they call me the pessimist." She couldn't help but smile.
Dorian huffed, lowering his head again, "It's not pessimistic if it's the truth."