Hanni awoke happily, surrounded by an unfamiliar comfort. Silk. She scowled a little and opened her eyes, looking about her carefully as reality set it. She had fallen asleep in Tivan's bed, wrapped in luxurious sheets and her master's soft arms. She could feel his bare chest rising and falling against her back with his breaths, not quite snoring but awfully close. His knees were tucked into the back of hers comfortably, an arm held under her neck and the other curled around her, one hand dangling off the side of the bed and the other laid lazily against her stomach. Hanni closed her eyes in happiness and snuggled back into him, scared this was only a dream until she felt his warm lips against the back of her neck. She shivered and he shifted, propping himself up on an elbow and turning Hanni onto her back. She faced him at first, but blushed and looked away. He cupped her chin with his fingers and forced her to look at him, though gently. He bent in and kissed her again and Hanni felt like she was sinking into an ocean.
This is wrong, some part of her said, suddenly guilty, but she ignored it – it felt much better to give in to what she wanted. Their lips parted and he held her closely, running his fingers through her thick black hair. Hanni didn't want to spoil the moment by asking what it was exactly that he wanted from her – as far as she knew, this changed nothing – she was still his slave. He kissed the top of her head and she burrowed her face into his bare chest, placing her hands on his soft stomach and breathing in deeply, no longer detecting the musky scent of cherry leaf smoke, but rather just him. He gave a very quiet snort of a laugh and Hanni looked up at him quizzically, but he shook his head and rolled over onto his back, closing his eyes as he stroked her arm. She wrapped her body around his and brought her hands up around his shoulders, his arm winding around her and resting against the small of her back. They laid like this for minutes in complete silence, until Tivan suddenly said what was on both their minds.
"Was this wrong?" he asked quietly, as if saying it too loudly would make it true.
"No," said Hanni, straightening to look him in the face and shaking her head. "I don't think it could be – something – something so good wouldn't..." She fell off, feeling a little embarrassed. This situation was new to her, and if she was being honest, she really didn't know how to handle it. He leaned up and kissed her and suddenly it felt right again.
"This sort of thing happens all the time to others," her master rationalized.
"You're right," said Hanni, grasping at the excuse. "At least you didn't purchase me for that exact purpose," she said.
"True," he conceded, his eyebrows going up as he examined her thoughtfully. "I hope you're..." He looked unsure for a moment. "I hope you don't feel regret," he said.
She shook her head and smiled, leaning forward and kissing his warm, thick lips. Tivan reciprocated and laid her back, rolling on top of her once more. Hanni knew this couldn't last forever, but she would enjoy it while it did.