Svana awoke the next morning with a splitting headache.
She groaned softly, reaching a hand up to rub her head. Guh, the crash and the mix of alcohol was not giving her a break this morning. The Norwegian frowned when she tried to move, feeling an arm wrapped tightly around her, a face buried in the back of her neck, breathing heavily. Svana blinked when she opened her eyes, taking a moment before she remember and realized what had gone on.
She had slept with Mathias.
Fucking shit.
Trying to keep quiet, she managed to slip out of hid grasp, noticing some makes she had left on him. She reddened, before gathering her toiletries bag before going into the bathroom and into the shower. As she washed herself, she noticed the light bruises in her hips, marks on her breasts... fuck. Eventually getting out, she wrapped a towel around herself, grabbing her brush and frowning when she notices the marks Mathias had left on her neck. Sighing, she brushed out her long, damp hair before grabbing her make-up bag and getting to work on covering the small hickies on her neck.
Once she deemed herself covered, she poked her head out if the bathroom, seeing that the Dane was still sleeping. Breathing heavily as he now lay on his stomach, clutch the blanket. Svana stepped out of the bathroom, going to her case to quietly go through, reddening once she noticed the bright red scratches she had left on his back and shoulders. W-well...! You should see the bruises and marks he had left in her! Hmph.
She changed into jeans and a large sweater, going out to the kitchen to change their flight home, since, looking at the click, Svana realized they had less than hour until their departure, they obviously weren't going to make it to the flight that had been booked.
Once she contacted the company, and their flight now changed to a much later time, Svana pocketed her phone and put on the coffee machine. None of the Danes were awake, as she had awoke early with a headache. She rubbed her temple, before going back to Mathias' room. She grabbed her clutch she had tossed by her case the night before, going to the bathroom and taking out the small baggie of cocaine she had managed to get. Grabbing her credit card, she made up her line, before snorting it and sniffing. She wiped down the card and small counter, sniffing and jumping at the knock on the door.
'Svana? you in there?" A sleepy Dane asked.
"Y-yes, am I, just a minute." She managed as she quickly made sure she had cleaned up, grabbing and hiding the little bag of coke before opening the door.
"Kay. Guess I should shower, since we gotta leave soon." What time was the flight again...?
"I wouldn't worry about it. I changed it to six. You can sleep more." She assured, now noticing that he was still naked. Oh come on!
"Six?"
"Ja. Now, excuse me, I just put the kettle on." She said, frowning when he didn't move out of her way.
"Come on, it's early, just stay here with me." He grinned.
"Mathias, move." She stated, just as her high began to kick in, resisting her eyes from wandering the naked Dane.
"And why should I?" He asked with a grin, leaning closer.
"Because I asked you to."
"Well, I want you to kiss me.'
"... Mathias..."
'Come on, just a kiss."
"I'm seriously doubting it will be 'just a kiss'."
"Ohhoho, so you like me that mu-"
"J-just go back to bed!" She slipped past him at that, frowning as she left the room. Stop blushing! you have no reason whatsoever to be blushing! He's just being an arrogant idiot, as usual! And Svana, good fucking job last night! You went right along with him. She shook her head, reaching up to grab herself a mug and make herself a coffee. Guh, she felt so embarrassed about all of this! Why had she done that? Sure, okay, maybe there had been some tension and … stuff, but still! And him! Teasing and walking around naked and flirting…! She bit a nail, brows furrowed as the kettle went off, all these thoughts running through her head. She now noticed the shower in his room was going, just before it shut off, and she could hear him stepping out. He was probably looking around for a towel with water dripping down hi- Svana! She went about to make her coffee, grabbing another mug for him as well. He would probably want one too…
"Got your coffee?" Mathias asked casually once he walked into the kitchen.
She nodded, turning and offering one of the mugs to him. "Here, I made you one too." Ah fuck, she could see the marks on his neck! Mathias!
He grinned a bit, walking up and taking it. "Thanks Svan."
She nodded in response, leaning against the counter before taking a sip of her coffee. Ah, that was much better. Her head was still pounding, and she didn't feel very good, but that's a hangover for ya.
"Made any breakfast?" He asked.
"No. I'm not really in the mood for any."
"Hungover, huh?" He grinned, setting his mug now by her to go to the cupboard to grab himself a breakfast bar. He was feeling about the same, but he'd get something greasy later.
"I'd say you're about the same." She snorted lightly, taking another sip.
He shrugged, opening the package and taking a bite, walking over and offering it "Want a bite?"
"Sure." She shrugged, leaning to take a bite.
"No wonder I have so many marks on my neck." He grinned, after swallowing
She reddened furiously, quickly chewing and swallowing. "E-excuse me? You should she the ones on my neck!"
"Where?" He asked, taking another bite as he leaned down to look her over. "I don't see anything super noticeable."
"I covered them up." She frowned.
"Well, I don't really have that option. And you should see your handiwork on my back."
"That's nothing compared to the marks you left on my hips and chest."
"Wanna bet?"
"I know exactly what they look like, thank you." She huffed, taking another drink before setting the mug on the counter.
"Then you know the damage." He smirked.
"There's barely any damage."
"Prove it."
She frowned up at him, locking eyes for a moment before she lifted up her sweater, showing off a few of the bruises along her waist and hips.
"That ain't so bad." He said after a moment of looking her over. No, he wasn't staring. No way.
"There are more lower and higher." She snorted as she let go of her sweater before readjusting it.
"Show me."
"You had plenty of time to do that last night." She stated, reddening at her own words. She seriously needed to stop thinking about this!
"That does-"
"Can we just drop it already?" She asked, turning back to grab her mug.
"… Yeah. Sure. Whatever." He nodded a bit, taking another bite of his bar. No, he couldn't really hide the somewhat hurt look on his face. "I'm gonna make some breakfast."
"Yeah, okay..."