Bree drowsed. She awoke briefly, at some indeterminate time in the middle of the night, to find darkness and a sleeping Jean. She was still on his stomach, which rose and fell like the sea, taking her with it.
His hand was on her back.
His face was beautiful as he slept, skin like marble in the scant light.
She watched him through sleepy eyes, then set her head back down on his chest and fell back asleep, dreaming peaceful dreams of fireplaces and the miracle of hands that would touch her.
When she awoke again, it was dawn. She knew this, because she awoke abruptly to the sensation of transformation. It didn't always wake her up, but when her sleep was weak, as this drowsy dreamlike consciousness was, it often did.
She was very nude and much heavier, still sprawled out on top of him, mostly lengthways. Her hips were on his stomach, which put her face--more accurately her neck--somewhere over his. He was still very shirtless. His hand was still resting on the small of her back.
She let out a very quiet, subdued little whimper of abject horror, only so quiet because she feared waking him above else. She'd intended to escape just before this part.
Carefully, so carefully, she rolled off of him and onto the bed at large. And it was large, very large, and soft, and this was silk, she suspected, and it felt divine.
She kept rolling, until she reached the end of it, and slid quietly onto the floor. He was asleep. Thank god, thank any god, thank all gods, he was still asleep. Barely breathing, she snuck towards the door, then paused. She was completely naked. She couldn't just walk home like this! She needed a shirt! And a hat!
Desperately, her eyes fell on his dresser. Stepping slowly, carefully, eyes on Jean's prone form, she slipped up to it, opening a drawer silently, in inches. Shirts. Yes. Good. Probably what Jean classified as undershirts, or sleepwear maybe, if she didn't know he slept shirtless. It was a white button down number, but soft. Comfortable for sleeping in, she was sure. It was ludicrously huge on her, small though she wasn't. She pulled it on like a jacket, buttoning it up quickly. She rolled up the sleeves and buttoned them. What was probably intended to be elbow length hit her like a 3/4ths sleeve. It fell halfway down her thighs, which was good, because none of his pants would ever fit her. She tried another drawer, hoping for something with elastic. Maybe some shorts? She'd settle for boxers, if they were clean and she could run home without thinking about things they'd touched.
His underwear drawer was not full of boxers. Or even briefs. They were full of what had to be--had to be--women's underwear. Surely... These were for... guests. Or were trophies, or something, taken from various conquered souls. She picked one up, one finger around a thin side, abject horror on her face, then dropped it quickly. She would go commando in a nightshirt. She would walk of shame her way home. She just needed something to cover her ears... OH, thank god, scarves. This would do. She pulled one out at random and scurried quietly for the door. Thank god for thumbs... she could let herself out, and Jean could be left to wonder at the strange disappearance of his "petite bleu."
His hand was on her back.
His face was beautiful as he slept, skin like marble in the scant light.
She watched him through sleepy eyes, then set her head back down on his chest and fell back asleep, dreaming peaceful dreams of fireplaces and the miracle of hands that would touch her.
When she awoke again, it was dawn. She knew this, because she awoke abruptly to the sensation of transformation. It didn't always wake her up, but when her sleep was weak, as this drowsy dreamlike consciousness was, it often did.
She was very nude and much heavier, still sprawled out on top of him, mostly lengthways. Her hips were on his stomach, which put her face--more accurately her neck--somewhere over his. He was still very shirtless. His hand was still resting on the small of her back.
She let out a very quiet, subdued little whimper of abject horror, only so quiet because she feared waking him above else. She'd intended to escape just before this part.
Carefully, so carefully, she rolled off of him and onto the bed at large. And it was large, very large, and soft, and this was silk, she suspected, and it felt divine.
She kept rolling, until she reached the end of it, and slid quietly onto the floor. He was asleep. Thank god, thank any god, thank all gods, he was still asleep. Barely breathing, she snuck towards the door, then paused. She was completely naked. She couldn't just walk home like this! She needed a shirt! And a hat!
Desperately, her eyes fell on his dresser. Stepping slowly, carefully, eyes on Jean's prone form, she slipped up to it, opening a drawer silently, in inches. Shirts. Yes. Good. Probably what Jean classified as undershirts, or sleepwear maybe, if she didn't know he slept shirtless. It was a white button down number, but soft. Comfortable for sleeping in, she was sure. It was ludicrously huge on her, small though she wasn't. She pulled it on like a jacket, buttoning it up quickly. She rolled up the sleeves and buttoned them. What was probably intended to be elbow length hit her like a 3/4ths sleeve. It fell halfway down her thighs, which was good, because none of his pants would ever fit her. She tried another drawer, hoping for something with elastic. Maybe some shorts? She'd settle for boxers, if they were clean and she could run home without thinking about things they'd touched.
His underwear drawer was not full of boxers. Or even briefs. They were full of what had to be--had to be--women's underwear. Surely... These were for... guests. Or were trophies, or something, taken from various conquered souls. She picked one up, one finger around a thin side, abject horror on her face, then dropped it quickly. She would go commando in a nightshirt. She would walk of shame her way home. She just needed something to cover her ears... OH, thank god, scarves. This would do. She pulled one out at random and scurried quietly for the door. Thank god for thumbs... she could let herself out, and Jean could be left to wonder at the strange disappearance of his "petite bleu."
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