Post by giles on Mar 24, 2012 4:51:00 GMT -4
Giles considered her words, trying to remember the evening. When he woke up she had been gone, and he didn't remember laying in her arms or her in his. But he did think he had slept quite well, considering, and woke up feeling warm and happy in a way that was wholly unfamiliar. He frowned at the very idea of it, looking at her for a long, thoughtfully quiet moment.
"It's instinct, isn't it? To seek warmth and comfort. Two beings in one bed is often a condition of strange and awkward happenings. Any way, there was no real harm done... unless you feel I over stepped a boundary? I didn't mean to, I wasn't conscious of my movements and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."
He blushed, thinking about it. He did remember waking for a moment, in the middle of the night, and seeing her. Feeling her. He had fallen right back to sleep with a smile on his face, and forgot it like it had been a dream. It would be easier to be innocent if it had been a dream. His face was red and he stared at the ground.
"Faith... I..."
Now he wasn't sure what to say. Did he keep apologizing? He didn't feel like he should. They hadn't done anything wrong, and unless she really was upset, they hadn't done any harm. He could think of worse ways to sleep and far worse things to wake up to. Places to wake up in.
The real surprise was he couldn't quite think of any place better.
He kept the thought to himself, watching her sheepishly.
"Oh, we're being silly. It was just a strange night, with very strange consequences. But such is our lives, right? We've never had much of a routine, individually, and it makes sense that adjusting to living with one another is complicated at best. I'm certain we'll find the balance, and establish the proper... ah... barriers and routines."
He watched her, wanting nothing more than to figure out where their boundaries were. Not because he was feeling particularly strained, but because he didn't want to offend her. It wasn't just his English sensibilities making him play gentleman.
He cared about her comfort.
"It's instinct, isn't it? To seek warmth and comfort. Two beings in one bed is often a condition of strange and awkward happenings. Any way, there was no real harm done... unless you feel I over stepped a boundary? I didn't mean to, I wasn't conscious of my movements and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."
He blushed, thinking about it. He did remember waking for a moment, in the middle of the night, and seeing her. Feeling her. He had fallen right back to sleep with a smile on his face, and forgot it like it had been a dream. It would be easier to be innocent if it had been a dream. His face was red and he stared at the ground.
"Faith... I..."
Now he wasn't sure what to say. Did he keep apologizing? He didn't feel like he should. They hadn't done anything wrong, and unless she really was upset, they hadn't done any harm. He could think of worse ways to sleep and far worse things to wake up to. Places to wake up in.
The real surprise was he couldn't quite think of any place better.
He kept the thought to himself, watching her sheepishly.
"Oh, we're being silly. It was just a strange night, with very strange consequences. But such is our lives, right? We've never had much of a routine, individually, and it makes sense that adjusting to living with one another is complicated at best. I'm certain we'll find the balance, and establish the proper... ah... barriers and routines."
He watched her, wanting nothing more than to figure out where their boundaries were. Not because he was feeling particularly strained, but because he didn't want to offend her. It wasn't just his English sensibilities making him play gentleman.
He cared about her comfort.