The Maiden Who Fell Through Time

CHAPTER 17: "A Sovereigns Request & The Morning After"

Finan POV:

I awoke to Wren laying on my chest breathing softly. I gazed down at her peaceful form and admired how lovely she looked as she slept. I moved a small strand of hair out of her face and she stirred a little- shifting and going to hug my torso tightly as if she were a sleeping child and I were her doll. She was lightly snoring and drooling a little onto my chest, and by all accounts she looked positively ridiculous but also incredibly adorable. I couldn't help myself but smile and chuckle lightly.

The sunlight bore down onto us, and I figured that it had to be late morning or early afternoon given the current intensity and location of the sun in the sky. The light blinded me upon waking- causing my face to scrunch up in pain, and for me to audibly groan. I closed my eyes trying to save my vision from the sun's piercing onslaught but to no avail. I sighed heavily- once more looking down at the sleeping maiden who was currently using me as her pillow.

Last night had been wonderful; and waking up to her fast asleep in my arms was an absolute dream come true...but like with all dreams eventually you must wake up from them. This awakening and grounding back to reality took the form of a massive nauseous feeling coupled with the most excruciating head pain I've ever felt in my life. My heart and soul felt absolute euphoria, but the rest of me not so much, and the now very real consequences of my actions from the previous night came rushing back to me. I had the biggest headache upon waking and knew that the effects of the drink and the strange herb that Wren had given me last night would make my life this morning complete and utter hell. It was a small boon however, that I at least found some comfort and preparation for my hell, given this small piece of heaven that currently lay peacefully asleep and drooling upon my chest.

I dreaded the feeling of pain that would undoubtedly come once I rose to my feet and tried to make it through the day; but I dreaded the feeling of having to get up and remove Wren's sleeping form from my body even more. I wished that I could stay like this forever...with her.

We didn't make love or anything like that...but it didn't matter...this was enough for me for now. I found that I was just as happy taking care of her in other more nurturing ways rather than sexual. It was completely bewildering to me to be honest, and I really had begun to wonder what the hell this woman had done to bewitch me so. I felt not myself anymore. I felt like I didn't belong to myself anymore. I felt like all that I was, all that I would ever be... now belonged to the woman who lay fast asleep and drooling in my arms.

This woman would be the death of me...I just knew it...but, she'd also be my life.

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Wren POV:

I completely didn't expect what I saw, when I opened my eyes. I was laying on the ground on what I had initially thought was a pillow, but what was in reality, a warm, masculine body. I looked up and realized that I was buried in Finan's chest, and that his hand was lying comfortably on my hip. I raised my head and what I saw shocked me even more. He was already awake and staring down at me with tender eyes, watching me sleep...like a total...creep.

I was instantly taken a back- and if I could have even begun feeling my body in any sort of capacity...I would have instantly shot up and moved away from the Irishman...but alas as my head and stomach churned and spun- they both reminded me that any action or movement was not an option or possibility at this particular moment.

"We didn't...? Did we...?" I managed to ask, my voice slightly cracking from my dry throat.

Finan laughs. "Nah, we didn't...but were 'ya hopin' that we did lass?" He questions, teasingly.

I groan. "Just...stop talking...my head is absolute murder right now."

Finan removes his hand from my hip and goes to rub at his forehead. "Of that we can both agree."