Eldarya: Imagine

Ezarel | Arctic [2]

You stir as slender fingers run through your hair, they press in your scalp, slowly massaging it before once again brushing down to the end of the strands. It feels soft, great, honestly makes you all fuzzy inside as you let yourself be engulfed by the warmth around you, while listening to the steady beat by your ear.

You let out a content sigh before a question crosses your mind about what exactly the sound is and you force your eyes open to answer your question.

"Good morning."

You only barely manage to keep in the surprised sound (shriek) from leaving your mouth when your eyes set on Ezarel's grinning face. You're lying on his chest, one arm flung around him in an angle that makes his cover it as he strokes your hair, while your other palm rests right over his heartbeat, close to your face. You move to sit up but his other arm draped tightly around your waist keeps you in place and suddenly you feel very, very, very uncomfortable.

"Did you sleep well?"

Why does he appear so calm all of a sudden!? Doesn't he see the position you two landed in? And NAKED (almost) TO THAT!??

"What the-" the corner of his lips twitches up and your right eye twitches in response "Ez, why am I laying on you?" you're not sure whether the heat rushing to your face comes from rage or something else but you know it's visible and that's not making it better either.

"I don't know" he muses.

"What do you mean, you don't know ?" you press on, while once again trying to free yourself from this ridiculous situation. It's honestly the worst scenario you could get yourself into, considering the closeness and what it does to your racing heart. You itch to move just this little closer up and-

"That I don't know. - We both woke up like this" he replies with a smile while you beat yourself in your mind for the thoughts crossing it.

"Then why didn't you throw me off yourself yet?" you're desperately wriggling now, not really noticing the frown slowly making its way on his face.

"I didn't feel like it."

Now, that makes you stop and send him an incredulous look, before your right arm darts forward as you try but fail to see whether he's got a fever.

"Stop moving." The hand that was entangled in your hair moves lower and presses right below your neck making it even harder to move and after another short struggle you do as he told you.

"What has gotten into you?" a whine leaves your lips as you let your body slack against his (as much as the tension in it from the well too intimate position lets you, that is).

"Thank you," he relaxes as well, the hand that was earlier brushing your hair returning to its previous task "for saving me... Again."

"You're welcome" you mumble in response while looking at your hand that once again rests over his heart.

He hums in response and the two of you stay in that way for a while longer until his stomach loudly request attention.

"You hadn't eaten!" you shot him a glare and move to get up and this time he lets you do so without a protest, embarrassment clearly showing on his face.