~*~ Waking in the Arms of Heaven ~*~
Mmmmm. Warm, soft, like being in the arms of heaven. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the awakening process, coming up from the depths of darkness slowly. I turned slightly and realized there really were arms around me, so I cracked one eye open cautiously to see a familiar face, peaceful in sleep. A face quiet with the innocence of a child who had never had a chance to be one. I couldn't help myself. I cradled his face with my hand and moving with a languorous lack of speed touched my lips to his, shivering at the feel of his plush, soft mouth.
His brow furrowed slightly and his arms tightened around me, murmuring sleepily against my mouth and pulling me closer. It's hard to preserve falsehoods when you're asleep, and I was finally sure. So I was daring. I kissed him again gently, the merest brushing of lips against lips, and ran my thumb along his jaw line. I carefully took his lower lip between my teeth in a gentle nip, letting things slide into pulling him in, suckling his lip tenderly.
He moaned deep in his throat, eyes still closed, though his arms loosened their hold only to begin a slow friction along my back, his hands finding their way underneath the shirt I still wore. I flicked my tongue against his lip and then angled my head dreamily and entered him, tasting and teasing, feeling the silken warmth of his tongue begin to move against mine as he slipped further from sleep and into waking. I slid my hand along the side of his face and around to tangle my fingers in his hair, pressing my body against his.
Grey responded by scratching his nails lightly down my back, making me shiver and moan into his mouth. I arched against him as his hands reached the small of my back and his fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of my trousers, but he went no further. Slowly his mouth pulled away from mine and his head pushed back, and I opened my eyes to see his opening to meet mine.
I stilled immediately, worried, though a smile curved his lips and lit his face before his expression turned to one of pain. I remembered now, and the pleasure of being in his arms was overset by the pain of a definite hangover as it all came rushing back. He groaned loudly and released me, rolling onto his back.
"Sorry, Draco," Grey said. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you like that."
I frowned. He was ever the bearer of responsibility, whether he was to blame or not. I decided not to exactly comment for now on that. Not feeling like this, anyway.
"I feel awful. I think we imbibed a little too much, Grey."
He groaned again, whole-heartedly, and replied with predictable sarcasm, "You think?"
It hurt too much to respond, so I eased myself onto my back beside him and bit my lip against the pain in my head and the typhoon in my stomach. It felt like something was trying to bore a hole through my left eye from the inside. I'd kill the drill-man if I could just find him.
We must have drifted back into sleep again despite the pain for I found myself struggling up from dreams into wakefulness. I felt marginally better. Enough that I could pull myself up and bear to find my wand to cast a sobering charm on both of us. I slipped out of the bed and cast another charm, this one to straighten out my sleep-rumpled clothing.
Grey was still sleeping, his face at peace and relaxed, so I dashed off a quick note telling him I'd be back later in the day and to owl me if that wasn't all right. After one more look I turned and left the bedroom, moving far enough away that the sound of my apparation wouldn't disturb him.