You Owe Me a Son

Illusions.

Hal didn't wake as early the following day, the rain had stopped and the sun peaked through the window although dull due to the clouds that still littered the sky. When he did awake he was pleasantly surprised by the warmth of her body next to him, the feel of her skin against his and the pressure of her arm against his stomach. Normally he would be out of bed by that point but he had no desire to move. He was a little hungover and groggy but her warmth was a comfort.

They had gotten along for the first time the night before and he found that the thought of being near her no longer conflicted him. There were of course some reserved feelings but he felt no desire to put any distance between them. He brushed his fingers over her upper back, his hand slipping below the towel that had loosened in the night. Odd as it was that she had chosen to sleep in it his thoughts were on keeping her warmth close.

With his hand pressed to the small of her back, his fingers traced small shapes while he looked across the room and towards the door. It felt peaceful. Until that night he'd felt the need to keep himself busy, to be occupied at all hours of the day. That feeling no longer existed.

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Blaire woke slowly to the movement of a hand caressing her back smoothly, she opened her eyes with a satisfied smile until suddenly the hangover hit like a barn crashing down on her. She let out a deep frustrated groan and slapped her hand firmly against her forehead before rubbing her face with force, hoping that if she tugged hard enough the headache and fuzzy feeling that had formed would magically vanish.

Once she was done screwing up her face she tilted her head upwards to see Hal looking down on her. She sighed lightly and pushed herself up to give his lips a soft peck before flopping back down exhausted "that's for fetching my wine last night" she smiled for a few moments and took in his morning look which she had never seen before. Then, with no hesitation took her knee and jammed it into hal's side with force "and that's for fetching my wine last night!" She shouted through clenched teeth and sat herself up on the side of the bed, her hands stretched on her knees and her head hung low to prevent anything coming out of her mouth that shouldn't.

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Hal laughed until the knee collided with his side. Unexpected and caused him to wince while he propped himself up his elbows, one hand cupping his side with a short groan. "I may have brought you the wine but you didn't have to drink it." He said through a pained laugh, shifting to sit up straight, letting the first slip from him. "You sure you can do this every two weeks?...." He spoke, the pain having slipped from his voice and replaced by humour.

Hal shifted to the side of the bed and stood slowly, the knee to the side meant there would be no sympathy for her current state. He'd had less to drink than her so there was no real comparison in the way the two of them were feeling. Hal pulled his clothes from the chair before putting them on.

His gaze shifted to her as he tightened his belt. "Maybe I should work on distracting you before you get so drunk next time?" He spoke with a grin forming on his lips. "Come on, get dressed we've got half a days walk ahead of us and a roof to fix.....If you're really nice I'll let you sit in the cart half way back."

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Blaire let out a cry as he spoke and instantly regretted letting her frustration get the better of her, walking sounded dreadful right night and if anything she was still drunk. "It's too earlyyyyy" she pleaded before letting her back sink down into the bed with a thud. "Why don't you just come get me next week" she mumbled flapping him away with her hand and crawling into a tight ball on the centre of the fur bedding.

She didn't remember drinking an awful lot the night before, but she must have been so nervous that she took whatever she could and in large quantities. She eventually settled down as he was getting changed and wrapped her arms tightly across her stomach craving sleep.