Here's another drabble I dug up from my rp blog's archive that I really liked. It's been awhile though, and I've gotten better since then.

The first thing Peepers' noticed when he awoke was that his mattress felt… different… He slowly opened his eye, then it snapped open when he realized that instead of being in his bed, he was in an unfamiliar, but at the same time, he recognized his surroundings, but couldn't quite place his finger on it. Where was he?

He suddenly jolted into a sitting position when he realized where he was, and threw a glance to his side. When he noticed the sleeping overlord, and noted that his chest was completely bare, he looked down at himself and noticed his own lack of clothing..

"Great, just great!", he quietly muttered as he put two and two together. As the memories from last night came flooding back to him, he blushed and clenched his head with his hands. They...they did it…

Oh man oh man oh man, this was so wrong! This was his boss, for heaven's sake! Who does that with their superstores! What if someone comes in and sees them! What would he do!? And would this change the nature of their relationship? Will they even be able to look each other in the eye after this?

As much as he regretted it, his blush deepened, and he sunk into the water bed as a certain thought creeped into his mind. "But it just felt so right." He didn't know what to think anymore… But right now, he knew that he needed to get out of there!

The commander gathered his clothes off the floor, and started getting dressed as fast as he could. As he was about to leave the room, he thought about how rude it would be to just leave before his bedmate woke up. Wouldn't he be mad? But he probably wouldn't wake up for hours, Peepers really didn't want to face him right now, and besides, he hates being disturbed while he's trying to sleep.

Instead, he sighed, and decided to just write him a letter. As he searched the messy room for a piece of paper and a writing utensil, he made a rough draft of it in his head.

Finally, he found them! He used the wall as a flat surface, and quickly scrawled;

Dear Lord Hater,

Sir, we need to have a talk later. First, let me make this clear, it's not because it was bad or anything, in fact, you were great!, but I'm not sure if we'll be able to look at each other the same way again after this. Was this just a one night stand that we'll vow to never talk about again? Would this kind of thing be the elephant in the room, and make things so awkward between us that we can't stand to even be near each other? Or will this be the start of something else?

I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this. I mean, you're my boss, I'm your commander, and, well, it's just like, what? Who does that kind of thing with their boss? What if someone finds out? What would we do, what would we say!?

But, as wrong as it feels, it just felt so, well, right, if you know what I mean. And if it wasn't for how guilty I feel for all of this, I'd be glad to do it again. And, to be honest, a part of me wants something more…

I decided to write this letter instead of waiting until you woke up because right now, you're sound asleep, and I doubt you'll want to wake up for a few more hours anyways. Besides, I need to get back to work now. So I'll see you later, I guess. Maybe we can meet up in the throne room after dinner?

Sincerely,

Commander Peepers