Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
The act of rising from the floor is as convincing an art as the act of pole dancing while dressed in a parka wearing galoshes. My giggles drown in the concentration of the act, my head rushes and I lean against the corridor. "Right. I'll go in there and check if he's naked, then I'll let you in and we can paint his toenails."
I punch the door access and it veers open. Inside is my bedroom, a fairly spacious, well manicured space with colourful wallpaper and one gigantic bed. The entire space is set up with textures and fabrics to give it a sensuous mood, I trip over a pillow and tank into the chest in front of our bed. I hit the floor with a smack.
"OOooowww. . . . I'm okay! I'm o-sshhhhhh. Mikha's sleeping." I mumble back at [member="Kitt Solo"] and rub my forehead. Turning to the bed, I peer over at Mikhail and grin. He looks so peaceful sleeping away with the sheets tucked up to his bare chest. "Oh damn! The sheets." I can't see if he's naked under the sheets can I?
Without waking him up? It's then that Mikhail's shoulder moves. "OH GOSH HE'S AWAKE! ABORT! ABORT!" I slap my hand across my mouth and slap my back against the wall. I watch Mikhail's chest rise and fall. . . It doesn't occur to me to check his mind to see if he's only pretending to sleep, or if he's actually under the sandman's spell.
"Kiiiiiitttt I think . . . I THINK!" I slowly make my way back toward the door by inches.
I punch the door access and it veers open. Inside is my bedroom, a fairly spacious, well manicured space with colourful wallpaper and one gigantic bed. The entire space is set up with textures and fabrics to give it a sensuous mood, I trip over a pillow and tank into the chest in front of our bed. I hit the floor with a smack.
"OOooowww. . . . I'm okay! I'm o-sshhhhhh. Mikha's sleeping." I mumble back at [member="Kitt Solo"] and rub my forehead. Turning to the bed, I peer over at Mikhail and grin. He looks so peaceful sleeping away with the sheets tucked up to his bare chest. "Oh damn! The sheets." I can't see if he's naked under the sheets can I?
Without waking him up? It's then that Mikhail's shoulder moves. "OH GOSH HE'S AWAKE! ABORT! ABORT!" I slap my hand across my mouth and slap my back against the wall. I watch Mikhail's chest rise and fall. . . It doesn't occur to me to check his mind to see if he's only pretending to sleep, or if he's actually under the sandman's spell.
"Kiiiiiitttt I think . . . I THINK!" I slowly make my way back toward the door by inches.