Mor's eyes were closed, and her back rose and fell, the perfect curve of her spine bobbing up and down in the corner of my eye. The peaceful blank look on her face was what I was looking at. It made everything else go away. I could watch that content smirk for hours, with the little dribble or drool that reminded me how childish she was.

Careful not to wake her, I slowly slid my bare legs off the side of the bed, and scrounged the floor for my undergarments, the very ones that Mor had ripped off me the night before, after we had come home from Rita's. Dressing as to not disturb her sharp senses, I flicked a speck of dust off my shirt and turned once again towards my lover.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, and made my way to the door. I was about to open it, but the door suddenly swung forward on it's own. Azriel stood on the other side, his eyes wide with confusion.

Shit. Mor hadn't told him about me yet.

"Who are you?" he asked me in a dangerously low voice, shadows curling by his ears, poised and ready to strangle me.

"I- I- I-" I stuttered "I'm one of Mor's friends. It was late last night so she let me stay here, since I had too much to drink."

Azriel's eyes swept over Mor's sleeping figure. Thank the Mother I had pulled the sheets over her, else Azriel would be staring at only bare skin.

"Well." He said doubtfully "I'll just ask her when she wakes. Stay here until she rises. Mind you, it may be a while. After all, when she sleeps, she-"

"-sleeps like the dead." I finished accidentally. "M-Mor told me that you said that often" I rectified, blushing.

He nodded slowly, and led me out of Mor's bedroom to the sitting room.

He sank into a plush chair, and I cautiously perched myself in one.

"So" he crossed his arms and propped one ankle on his knee "How long have you need together?"