Switches & Spices

Chapter Thirty

"Goodnight. Love you too, my Princess."

Consciousness came back insanely slowly, the only thing pulling me further out of sleep was the lack of a blazingly warm body beneath me. I had fallen asleep atop Eijirou, I remembered that, but he wasn't in bed with me now. I was hugging a large, fluffy pillow instead of the large man, still cloaked in his scent of cinnamon and earth, mixed with sex from the night before. I loved that scent, soaking it in, wanting to bask in it like a damn lizard in the sun. It made me feel beyond content, though a tickle of unease forced my lidded eyes open.

Moving was the last thing on my mind, wanting to sink into this warmth further and doze back off, but I needed to find my Dragon and make sure that hint of dread in my instincts wasn't because of him. It was subtle, and the peace of being so thoroughly satisfied and loved on overwhelmed it for certain, but I still needed to make sure. There was music playing too, though it wasn't loud enough to have disturbed my rest. And the scent of food being cooked, possibly... Fried? It soothed my nerves from there being something wrong with him.

It gave me time to focus on myself. Everything ached, even my damn wings! Then again, that might've also been from how hard I had strained the joints last night in my haste to reach my Dragon, and they stiffened up as they recovered in my rest. Last night... Switch. Right, needed to keep it in mind for spending time with Sis tonight if she wasn't distracted by a certain blonde. Part of me hoped she was though; I'd love to see more of that happiness.

Forcing my aching muscles to move, groaning and stretching slowly, yawning wide as I attempted to shake off the drowsiness. I managed to crawl to the side of the massive bed, sitting on it, trying to evaluate myself. Okay, little bit of a push to stand... Good. Minimal struggle, even with the pains. Talk about being put through the ringer... My insides ached something fierce. Best kind of ache there was, though.

Running through a few standing stretches with soft moans of distress, feeling the tightness start to finally let up after a few minutes of cautious movements. It didn't help the twinges between my legs though, and I tinted as I looked down and saw the multitude of marks down my front, swallowing hard as I brushed across a few.

He might get his wish, after all. So many love bruises left over, my body must've focused on preserving my electrolytes after deeper muscular trauma. I was surprised I could move as well as I did. Guess today was an electrolyte catch up day. Bleck. More pickles. But, well worth the experience. At least I didn't wake up freezing, though I still needed something to wear...

My eyes darted to the side, distracted by the neatly folded hoodie at the bedside table, gingerly picking it up and hugging it to my chest as a loving swell of emotion hit again. I don't think I'd ever get over how deeply touched I was, nor did I want to. It really was the sweetest damn thing... I plucked my phone up and sent Butterfly a good morning text, drowsily taking in my surroundings.

A massive collection of bobble heads and figures in a glass case catching my attention made me grin, wandering over to get a closer look. Walking was fine, that's a good sign! Soooo many different ones... I was impressed. Did Ei have a bit of a collector's spirit in him? Looks like it. I think he had a shelf dedicated to Crimson Riot alone. I wasn't intending to snoop, but still, it was fascinating to see all the different models.

I recognized bobble's and figurines from the Heroes that came from his class on top of others, highly detailed ones with Quirks activated making me coo as I gently pushed my wings through the holes in the hoodie. It looked like some of them were special requests... There were quite a few that I hadn't seen before.

Awwh, there's a shelf for his 'BakuBro', too... Adorable!

Finally pulling the hoodie on, I giggled as I zipped it up, stepping in front of his tall mirror and inspecting myself. Super cute, it made me feel all small and safe, like he was hugging me. Noticing what I originally thought to be a rainbow bordering around the top half of the mirror to be post-it notes instead, words of affirmation on each one, along with some quotes on others. Hype messages for himself? 'You're manly as hell!', 'Protect those you love!', 'Everyone's proud of you!', 'No matter how hard it gets, you got this, no giving up!', 'Make a difference, one smile at a time!'... Just to name a handful. It was sweet to see, though also it brought attention to how much he needed reassurance, as well. Or, maybe... Everyone did, and he simply took matters into his own hands?