Her hand was tracing feather light patterns on his chest, and he moaned softly into the kiss. He realized she was unbuttoning her shirt, and grabbed her wrist to stop her. "No, let me..." she begged, trying to use her other hand before being stopped again.

"Come on, let's get you to bed, dear."

"But-"

His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close to him. Then he tugged the covers over them and lay there, waiting for sleep to come. She tried to stay awake and protest, but her mind was foggy, she suddenly felt sleepy, and it was warm, comfy, quiet, and safe...

Arra's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she was aware of was her throbbing headache, and the second was the fact that she was curled up against someone's bare chest. She sat up quickly, then moaned, pressing her fingers to her throbbing temples. The person stirred, stretching.

"Larten?!" she gasped, "What did I do last night?" She immediatly checked to see whether she had all her clothes on. She panicked a little when she saw that the top two buttons of her shirt were undone.

He sat up, yawning and swiping a hand over his eyes. "You were drunk last night," he stated.

"That gave you no right to-"

"To stop you from taking your shirt off and make you go to sleep instead of what you wanted to do instead? That is what I did."

"Wha- why was I taking my-" Arra sputtered, turning red, "And what did I want to do?"

Larten grinned, putting an arm around her. "You were kissing me, for one, and then you started undoing your buttons..." He laughed when she turned even redder.

"And why is your shirt off?" she retorted.

"I always sleep this way. It is comfortable. Besides," he teased, "You sure liked it."

"Stop it!" she snapped, hiding her face in her hands, utterly ashamed of herself.

"Hey, do not feel too bad, everyone does embarrassing things when they are drunk."

"But I admitted it," she whispered. "I admitted it to you, and myself. I can't get over you! And then you'll leave again..."

"What of I stayed?" He held her closer.

"For how long, a few years? A few days?" she asked sarcastically, pulling away and trying to get up.

He pulled her back down, pressing her into the coffin and propping himself up over her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, making her shiver from the feeling of his breath on the side of her face. "What if I got offered the job of quartermaster?"

She took a moment to process this. "Are... you going to take it?"

"If Darren is all right with it, I think I will." He watched a smile spread across her face, and a hopeful look bloom in her eyes. He smirked back at her. "So, now that you are sober..." He tried to kiss her and almost made it, but then she pushed him back.

"Not right now," she groaned, "My head is still killing me. Can we just get a few more hours of sleep?"

"Sure," he laid back down next to her. "Do... you want me to put on a shirt?" he asked, the thought occuring to him.

"No, it's fine," she murmured, curling back up against him. He tugged the covers back up, kissing the top of her head before lying still and waiting for sleep to come.

The product of a strange imagination in the middle of the night. I hope you like it!