The room was dark, and Tim felt like he hadn't even fallen asleep yet. But something wouldn't let him relax. Sitting up, he looked at the shadows and realized that he wasn't alone anymore.
"Damian?"
Damian didn't reply, walking closer to the bed instead, and even with only the moonlight Tim could see that there was even more skin visible that he had seen on the first day. Tim hoped that the lack of light would hide his blush somehow.
"What are you doing here? Do you need something?"
Feeling self conscious, Tim tried to cover himself with the sheets and realized that he wasn't wearing his sleep robe anymore.
Damian didn't seem bothered by that fact, though, and he climbed onto the bed, covering Tim's body with his own. Tim lied down again and tried not to squirm when he felt Damian's breath on his face.
"There is no need to worry about anything, Timothy." Damian spoke in a low tone that make Tim's hair stand on end. "I will take care of you."
A tanned hand grabbed the sheet -the only thing separating them now- and released it from Tim's weak hold. Tim's breath hitched as Damian pressed a kiss to his neck and-
-suddenly the sun was entering through the window and Damian wasn't there. But Tim's sleep robe was, and in need of a wash. With a groan, Tim took it off, shaking his head to get rid of the last remains of his dream. It was going to be hard -harder- to look at Damian in the eye that day. One thing was clear: Tim was going to wash his sheets by himself.