A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

An Aoi-thentic Pointed Attack

!!SENSITIVITY WARNING!! THIS CONTAINS SUBJECT MATTER, PERTAINING TO SLIGHTLY DUBIOUS CONSENT.

Titania made her way upstairs, breakfast tray in hand, with Moto, Aoi's fat, gray tabby cat, winding around her feet as she went, making her steps overly cautious. This cat loved her for some reason and she couldn't figure out why, as he was an asshole to everyone else except she and Aoi. He released a loud and croaky meow as she reached the top of the stairs and took a right, Moto running ahead of her and planting his butt outside Aoi's room at the bottom of the hallway. He wanted in to his human clearly. She reached the door and pushed down the handle, walking in backwards as she clasped the loaded tray in her hands, Moto running in ahead of her again. She turned on the lamp, on the opposite side of the bed, to where Aoi slept and made her way back around, settling the tray on his table.

She looked over at Aoi and couldn't help but smile, he was grumpy as hell in the morning, but he sure was the cutest sleeper out of the group, second only to Ruki. Currently, he was sleeping on his side, in the fetal position, one hand under his pillow and the other on top of the pillow but under his head. His neck length black hair, falling into his eyes a little as he snuffled lightly. Of course, he would kill her, if she ever told any of the guys how cute he was when he slept. But she was fine keeping the secret. There were certain things that she was privy too, with each member, that only that particular member knew. She could honestly write a book on the GazettE and it would be a best seller but she never would. She would never profit off any of the guys, that was a shitty thing to do to anyone, so she was happy to be the only person that knew most of that stuff. She shook her head ok, enough pretty sentiment, she had to wake this Goliath.

She took a seat beside him on the bed, the only member she could do that with, and reaching her hand over him, she placed it on his head and started running her fingers through his hair lightly and whisper soft and quietly started to call to him, humming a favourite lullaby of his, in between her utterances of his name. This was apparently the way his mother had woken him while he had been growing up and to this day, remained the only way that he woke up in a good mood. She understood it though, she had a similar thing that was the only way she woke up decently, if someone else was doing the waking. Soon, Aoi began to stir beside her, his eyes fluttering for a moment before the dark chocolate of them opened and looked at her. She smiled lightly and drew her hands from him just to be shocked when he grabbed her wrist and moved it back as he turned into his pillow again.

'Aoi-sama, come on now! You need to get up. We're a little behind schedule this morning, a lot has happened already. So, you need to get up.' Titania spoke. Her voice and tone soft. Her mind questioning what was up with him. He never wanted her to keep touching him after he had woken. It was just a thing of his.

'They'll wait. It doesn't matter how late we are, they'll wait for us. I'm not ready to get up yet...' He said, his voice thick with sleep but then he said something that made Titania's mind grind to an absolute halt. FUCK! Not Aoi too!

'Or to have you stop touching me. In fact...why don't you get in here with me Titania-chan, you look tired. Your clothing is optional.' He contitinued, moving his head to look at her dead in her eyes, although one of his was covered by his hair.

'Aoi-sama! Just what are you suggesting? You know what, I don't care right now. Reita, Kai, Uruha and now you! I've had it with the lot of you! I swear to God! This has been a hell of a trip this morning! Which is NOT conducive to good health for a woman who has been celibate for the past two fucking years! I'm so done with having my body be a raging inferno around you all. And now you? The one person I was banking on being normal and you just asked me to sleep with you!' Titania ranted, her tone high pitched as she felt as though her mind was fraying.