Green Eyes

Val-Val Old Pal

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The bedroom is cast under the darkness of night, saved for the flashlight of the moon in the sky and heavy droplets of rain from the evening thunderstorm that the moon illuminates under its radiance. The night was not all peaceful for the world outside this bedroom. Thunder quietly booms its dull wail into the night with threats of more to come of its presence. Within the room, a draft gently tumbles through the navy curtains and breathes fresh air for the couple that resides in the bed on the far left center of the room.

A young ebony woman with a mane of curly hair wrapped beautifully in a colorful satin scarf lay in the middle of the bed with her head turned ever so slightly to the side, breathing gently and snoring quietly. Her right hand rests below her ample bosom, rising and falling with her breathing whilst her left outstretched in the space where usually the other party resides on their off days.

The other person in question is a young man who happened to stumble into his place on the bed not too long ago. A trail of water marks his presence from the window to the bed. Danny had dragged himself after answering an emergency call earlier that evening after Sam's event. Exhausted, the halfa didn't even muster the power to shift back into his human form, as his adrenaline still lingers in him to rely on his reserves of stamina to keep him in survival mode in case of another call.

He snores rather loudly in comparison to his lover, but nonetheless, he rests his weary head on Valerie's stomach, right above her hand. His hair, cape and suit soaks the bed, and the other participant. However Danny sleeps peacefully unbeknownst to the destruction of his mattress.

Valerie shifts ever so slightly and furrows her brow. When she moved, she feels a cold, soaking feeling in her lower body. Her clothes are clinging to her as if it was still summer and she's in a full-body sweat.

There's also a heavyweight on her body that's inhibiting her freedom of movement which is admittedly pissing her REM cycle off. With all these variables, she groans in protest and peels open her eyes to be met with Danny's dark bedroom.

She can smell the scent of rain and hear the drippings of water from the open window. She lolls her head and shuffles to assess the weight on her body.

The dull dawn of the rising sky illuminates a familiar halfa in her sight.

"Aww," she groggily cooes at his cuteness.

She assesses his form and sees he's not only still in his ghost form, but his cape is also splayed out all over the bed. She runs her fingers through his damp silver hair and caresses his cold, tan cheek.

Valerie has to admit it first,- this is unquestionably so hot and she would have loved to cut him out of this damn suit and ravage him the way he always playfully begs her to.

However- and there is one!

This bed is absolutely soaked and cold from his uniform. And that is enough to sober the sleep out of Valerie.

"What the hell Danny! On the bed?!" Valerie screams to the top of her lungs and springs up. Danny snorts awake with a jump and rolls off the bed in a heavy thud, scrambling to his knees.

"What? Huh?" He looks around frantically.

Valerie gestures to the giant dark spot on the bed "Danny, the entire mattress is soaked!"

Danny looks at the spot, then looks at Val sympathetically. "Well you know Val, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I hear it happens a lot when women-"

Valerie could have been mortified if not already angry. "I didn't do this! You came in from the pouring rain. The floor is even wet at the window."

Danny looks back and then it dawns on him. He curses under his breath. He destroyed his mattress!