Birthday Kisses

Goodbye - for now.

  Okay, so this Varian is totally and utterly cinnamon roll kid, and I know I've done 'the talk' in other stories but I just found it really fun to write this.

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  She looked down into the sleeping face of Varian. She tried to remember the night before, she'd come back here with Varian to try and sober up, they'd eaten sandwiches and they had sat up talking. She couldn't remember the bit where they ended up in the bed though. Though she was fully clothed, as was he, that was a good sign. She tried not to groan, she felt so nauseous, and dizzy. She needed to concentrate.

  She didn't think anything had happened, surely they'd be some kind of trace or, she'd feel different. She checked the Varian was still asleep as she reached her hand below her waistband and checked to see if she was sore to the touch, she wasn't and their was no trace down there that anything had happened.

  Varian stirred. He opened his eyes and groaned.

  "Did somebody hit me on the head with a frying pan?"

  "Quite possibly, Varian, last night did we..."

  "Talk all night, and fall asleep in each others arms? Yes, yes we did. " He said stretching his arms over his head with a contented smile.

  "Oh, thank gods, for a second there I thought we'd... you know." She laughed at the idea, it was ridiculous really, Varian was as sweet and innocent a kid as you could get, apart from the occasional homicidal rage.

  "You thought we'd what?" He said confused.

  She stared at him, realization dawning. He really didn't know what she was referring to, well, that confirmed that they hadn't done it then.

  "I thought we'd had sex. "

  "Oh. That!" He gave an awkward laugh. "Nope, we uh... didn't do that, I think."

  "You think!"

  "Wow, okay, definitely not then." Varian said holding his hands up in the air, trying to calm Cassandra's sudden rage. "Yeah, people do that naked...we were never naked, I would have remembered."

  Cassandra sighed. She was starting to feel really ill, she just wanted to get out of there.

  "I'm gonna go." She said getting out of the bed and running her fingers quickly through her hair.

  "I could make you breakfast?" Varian suggested.

  "I'm fine."

  She left the house without another word, and threw up in the yard by an apple tree. Urgh, she thought, It was not a good start to the day.

***

  A few hours later Varian was wondering around the castle looking for his friends. He had a lot of questions, and he felt too embarrassed to ask his Dad. Admittedly, it was embarrassing to have to ask his friends as well, but he had a feeling he was meant to know all this stuff by now, he knew stuff... Just the details were a little fuzzy.

  He found Eugene and Lance in a small dining room not far from the royal apartments. The table was laid with sweet cakes and glasses of water, well, the space that wasn't taken up by Eugene who for some reason was lying flat in his back in the middle of the table as Lance happily ate around him.

  "Hey! There he is, how was your birthday kid?" Lance said.

  "Good, I mean, is it normal to feel like you want to die after drinking alcohol?'

  "Yep." Eugene groaned from the centre of the table.

  "Completely."

  "Then why do you keep drinking?"