Hidden Messages

Part 2 - Stubborn Ghoul

Time for more ✨sexual tension✨ with Dew, because who doesn't like that?

You awoke slowly, not opening your eyes just yet—still trying to cling to the wisps of a dream. Even now it was slipping from your memory, but the feelings remained. It had been a happy dream. It left you feeling light.

There was a comfortable warmth along the front of your body that moved rhythmically. Breathing. Your mind went to Cirrus—you'd fallen asleep on her. You could feel an arm around your waist, holding you close, and legs entwined with yours. She was still wearing her boots—you'd never understood how they all seemed to be able to sleep in their uniforms. Cirrus had reassured you that they were exceptionally comfy when you had brought it up the first time you had fallen asleep in the ghoul quarters. You hadn't wanted to leave them feeling trapped in their uniforms, especially in their own area, but Cirrus had brushed it off.

Soft puffs of warm air kissed your hair, and you smiled. It was comfortable—the ghouls had really become your lifeline. Not that you didn't have other friends in the clergy, but you felt more at home with them, like you were a part of their family. Crazy, that you were closer to literal demons than you were to humans.

After a few more moments of enjoying the warmth and comfort, you decided that it was probably time for you to get up, although you loathed the thought of leaving the ghoulette's arms. But staying here was risking the wrath of Sister Imperator, especially since you had a meeting with her today regarding the upcoming tour.

You reluctantly opened your eyes, blinking against the soft darkness of the room. You peered over the shoulder that your head was resting on, taking in the room.

Rain and Swiss were sprawled out on the floor still, the water ghoul using Swiss's stomach as a pillow while Mountain was stretched out beside them. Aurora was draped across the couch beside you, Cirrus curled around her with Cumulus beside her. Phantom was—

Wait.

Your eyes darted back to Cirrus. Cirrus, who was further down on the same couch as you and the ghoulettes. Cirrus, who most definitely did not have you wrapped in her arms.

Confusion rushed through your foggy, half asleep mind as you wondered who you had been sleeping on. Then it clicked, and you felt the colour drain from your face as you did the math. There was only one ghoul who was unaccounted for. One ghoul who gave off heat and smelled like a mixture of ash and smoke.

Unholy Satan.

You were suddenly very awake, forcing yourself to remain as still as possible. Your eyes slowly traced the shoulder, your head tilting to get a glimpse at the white horns piercing through the helmet.

Oh. Oh.

One of your hands was wrapped around his back, the other resting between yours and his chest. Your legs were tangled. His arm was around your waist, gripping your hip, while the other was caught between your side and the couch, his hand resting on your shoulder blade. Right behind you was the arm rest, essentially boxing you in.

Sure, you'd woken up to strange positions before—one time you'd fallen asleep by yourself on one of the couches only to be woken in the middle of a ghoul pile on the floor, lying across Swiss and Phantom. Other times you'd woken up finding it hard to breathe, because Phantom had sprawled across your chest, his helmet digging into your stomach.

But you'd never woken up this close to Dewdrop.

Warmth was pooling in your stomach and blooming across your cheeks. Had he moved over here or had you moved onto him? You remembered falling asleep with Cirrus but how had you wound up in Dewdrop's arms? And how, exactly, were you going to get out without waking him?