Gency

Chapter 8:Slept With Me

Angela managed to latch onto Genji in her sleep, more than likely seeking warmth unconsciously. She didn't have any dreams and she slept straight through the night undisturbed.

But then she felt the morning sun welcome her to the next day, then she wrenched her eyes open and immediately shut them aggressively, the light being way too bright. But besides that she felt something as warm as a heater in her arms. No, someone. She opened her eyes gently, adjusting to the light. The sight she was presented shocked her. She was attached to Genji, arms constricting him and what she saw was the back of his head and neck. The next thing she realized was his pine scent again which slightly relaxed her. But, she carefully let go of him and jolted out of the bed.

In this process she knocked some of the duvet off of him which exposed his sleeping figure. He was clothed, Angela knew Genji wouldn't do that to her, she trusted him. He took good care of his body, which was evident to her eyes. She could see masculine figure hiding beneath his clothes, blushing. The girl that would be able to call him theirs would become one of the luckiest. Angela was far too old to be messing around in her love life, she smiled sadly and covered him again with the cover then walked out of his quarter.

Thankfully the halls were almost dead empty on Saturday mornings. Which allowed her to freely walk through them without people making assumptions about a woman her age walking out of a mans room. She quickly scurried to the med bay to begin her morning routine. Her hair was like a lions messy mane, it was ALL over the place. When Angela slept she slept. She wasn't a strong believer in beauty sleep but she did believe her slumber was important.

After she walked in the med bay she rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, she had work to do was all that could be said.

Genji awoke groggily and groaned in annoyance. Blinking several times before he assessed his situation. The first thing that came to mind was Angela and he flicked his arm to the other side of the bed, groping to seek her presence, but he didn't feel her. He sat up only to find the bed empty, he felt slightly disappointed. He got up and stretched, grunting as he did so. Looking around, he dragged himself to his bathroom and looked in the mirror. His hair was a green mess, almost like a monster. Quickly, he grabbed a comb and began to attack it, then he proceeded to wash his face and brush his teeth. His main intentions were to look good, not anything extra and out of the ordinary, but rather just look at least presentable. He wouldn't admit it, but a most of him was doing it for Angela. He just wanted to look good for her, was that so bad?

The answer is, yes, it's very bad because the future would pay special attention to them, along with faith.