Helena was peacefully sleeping on Aether's bare chest, her soft breath tickling his skin, completely uncaring of the world around her.
She looked like an innocent kitten curled up on her master.
Her long lashes fluttered as consciousness slowly returned, her body shifting slightly. She groaned softly, still half-dreaming, as her eyes opened a sliver, the dim room only faintly lit by the dark blue hue of dawn creeping through the window. The sky was still heavy with night, but Helena knew her routine. She had been waking up like this for years, always just before the light returned.
Her body knew.
She sat up slightly, rubbing her sleepy eyes with both hands, groggy and dazed. "Mmm...?" she mumbled, blinking blearily as her gaze shifted to Aether's face—calm, peaceful. She blinked again. And then—
Her eyes widened.
Blood rushed to her cheeks as memories from the night before struck her like lightning.
The moans.
The sweat.
The thrusts.
The heat.
