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Sil woke up with hair in his mouth. Jerking his head back, he regretted it almost instantly as the excesses of the night before made themselves known, a small percussive troope having a party in his skull.
Confused, he squinted at what was definitely a female form before him, their face turned away, and the hair that he’d been breathing in falling in a dark curtain over their shoulders.
Sil wasn’t in the habit of falling asleep next to women he bedded. It was a toss-up as to whether he’d be woken by a nightmare or not and he wasn’t interested in explaining that shit to random hook-ups so he usually kicked them out of his bed or staggered out of theirs. That plan had obviously gone fucking awry last night.
Rubbing blearily at his eyes he glanced around the room to see if it would help him figure out where he’d gone to sleep and with who, and as he did so a sinking sort of realisation broke over him. He’d been...they’d…
Silanos reached out a hand to settle on the very bare shoulder of the sleeping girl and gave it a tentative shake. Ohhhh yep, she was definitely naked.
Silanos looked out of habit before he remembered why that was a bad idea. Why this was generally a bad idea. When there were sleepy noises of acknowledgement he pulled his hand back.
“Again?” he asked in a hiss of a whisper as if this was somehow Eliana’s fault. Which it was, most definitely. “This is getting to be a habit.”
Flopping back down with a groan and an arm thrown over his face he sighed dejectedly. Sil wasn’t really one for honour codes or being particularly discerning about who he stuck his dick in, but generally the sisters of one’s friends were to be approached with caution. Problem was he kept fucking approaching this one.
Memories of the previous evening were...scattered to say the least. He’d been so annoyed after Eleni had stomped off in a huff that it had seemed unavoidable to drink and smoke whatever he could get his hands on to make up for the fact. And being in Argothia, there was lot he got his hands on. He thought he vaguely remembered dice? How that had led to waking up in Eliana’s bed with reasonable reassuring recollections of good sex, he didn’t know. Well, good drunk sex. What he could remember.
“I need water” he grumbled, dissatisfied that blindly groping around didn’t deliver any. “Eliana. Water”
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Sil woke up with hair in his mouth. Jerking his head back, he regretted it almost instantly as the excesses of the night before made themselves known, a small percussive troope having a party in his skull.
Confused, he squinted at what was definitely a female form before him, their face turned away, and the hair that he’d been breathing in falling in a dark curtain over their shoulders.
Sil wasn’t in the habit of falling asleep next to women he bedded. It was a toss-up as to whether he’d be woken by a nightmare or not and he wasn’t interested in explaining that shit to random hook-ups so he usually kicked them out of his bed or staggered out of theirs. That plan had obviously gone fucking awry last night.
Rubbing blearily at his eyes he glanced around the room to see if it would help him figure out where he’d gone to sleep and with who, and as he did so a sinking sort of realisation broke over him. He’d been...they’d…
Silanos reached out a hand to settle on the very bare shoulder of the sleeping girl and gave it a tentative shake. Ohhhh yep, she was definitely naked.
Silanos looked out of habit before he remembered why that was a bad idea. Why this was generally a bad idea. When there were sleepy noises of acknowledgement he pulled his hand back.
“Again?” he asked in a hiss of a whisper as if this was somehow Eliana’s fault. Which it was, most definitely. “This is getting to be a habit.”
Flopping back down with a groan and an arm thrown over his face he sighed dejectedly. Sil wasn’t really one for honour codes or being particularly discerning about who he stuck his dick in, but generally the sisters of one’s friends were to be approached with caution. Problem was he kept fucking approaching this one.
Memories of the previous evening were...scattered to say the least. He’d been so annoyed after Eleni had stomped off in a huff that it had seemed unavoidable to drink and smoke whatever he could get his hands on to make up for the fact. And being in Argothia, there was lot he got his hands on. He thought he vaguely remembered dice? How that had led to waking up in Eliana’s bed with reasonable reassuring recollections of good sex, he didn’t know. Well, good drunk sex. What he could remember.
“I need water” he grumbled, dissatisfied that blindly groping around didn’t deliver any. “Eliana. Water”
Sil woke up with hair in his mouth. Jerking his head back, he regretted it almost instantly as the excesses of the night before made themselves known, a small percussive troope having a party in his skull.
Confused, he squinted at what was definitely a female form before him, their face turned away, and the hair that he’d been breathing in falling in a dark curtain over their shoulders.
Sil wasn’t in the habit of falling asleep next to women he bedded. It was a toss-up as to whether he’d be woken by a nightmare or not and he wasn’t interested in explaining that shit to random hook-ups so he usually kicked them out of his bed or staggered out of theirs. That plan had obviously gone fucking awry last night.
Rubbing blearily at his eyes he glanced around the room to see if it would help him figure out where he’d gone to sleep and with who, and as he did so a sinking sort of realisation broke over him. He’d been...they’d…
Silanos reached out a hand to settle on the very bare shoulder of the sleeping girl and gave it a tentative shake. Ohhhh yep, she was definitely naked.
Silanos looked out of habit before he remembered why that was a bad idea. Why this was generally a bad idea. When there were sleepy noises of acknowledgement he pulled his hand back.
“Again?” he asked in a hiss of a whisper as if this was somehow Eliana’s fault. Which it was, most definitely. “This is getting to be a habit.”
Flopping back down with a groan and an arm thrown over his face he sighed dejectedly. Sil wasn’t really one for honour codes or being particularly discerning about who he stuck his dick in, but generally the sisters of one’s friends were to be approached with caution. Problem was he kept fucking approaching this one.
Memories of the previous evening were...scattered to say the least. He’d been so annoyed after Eleni had stomped off in a huff that it had seemed unavoidable to drink and smoke whatever he could get his hands on to make up for the fact. And being in Argothia, there was lot he got his hands on. He thought he vaguely remembered dice? How that had led to waking up in Eliana’s bed with reasonable reassuring recollections of good sex, he didn’t know. Well, good drunk sex. What he could remember.
“I need water” he grumbled, dissatisfied that blindly groping around didn’t deliver any. “Eliana. Water”
Unlike her family, Eliana’s sexual escapades were not something she flaunted. Unlike her Uncle, for instance, Eliana was not the type to cover herself in sheets and run to the kitchen to steal food with the man she slept with. Nor was Eliana the one to lounge luxuriously eating fruit throwing her head back in flirtatious laughter. As… free as this household might be, that was not the type of girl that Eliana was. Absolutely fucking not.
So when she turned in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open to see Silanos, her heart nearly stopped. Oh shit. Eliana turned back around in the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. There were so many reasons this was bad. She didn’t even know where to begin. Oh, how about with him being a super close friend to Pallas? How about that? Pallas might think it’s okay to bang Eliana’s friends (it’s not) but having sex with his friend? That was off-limits. She shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
Then there was the fact that her family, her father, in particular, was wanting her to marry. And this man was a noble. He was… well, marriageable. And well Eliana wanted to win this deal with her father, she still had standards. Playboys like Silanos were not on the list of candidates Eliana wanted to marry, not even close. But would her father care? Or her uncle? Gods, what if they sent a letter to his family or some crazy shit like that? No, no, no they cannot know this happened. Absolutely fucking not.
And then let’s not forget that this was Silanos. Eliana didn’t have a crush on him- per se. She did actually like him though, as a friend. She wouldn’t admit it, especially to his face. But he was funny and he was incredibly easy to talk to. He put up with her shit and gave it right back. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole at times. Eliana was absolutely just another notch on his belt. That’s not what a girl wants to be, even if this was casual.
And this was the second time.
The first time was a mistake too. But it was a mistake that wasn’t supposed to ever happen again. Eliana told herself that. But the second time? How did it happen? How did she land herself in this much trouble?
And why did she like it so much?
She, like Silanos, couldn’t exactly remember the events leading up to them falling into bed together. What she could remember was the actual sex. It was good- it was fucking good. How could drunk sex be that good? And why did she want more of it? What was fucking wrong with her? This whole situation was just so messed up.
Again? This is getting to be a habit. He woke up. He realized. Eliana didn’t stir. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to acknowledge it yet. Couldn’t he sleep just a bit more? Was that too much to ask for? Let her prepare some sort of response?
I need water. Eliana. Water. He was blindly groping around like the water would magically appear right next to him. It wasn’t going to. Finally, Eliana turned in her bed to face him. “How the fuck did this happen?” She pulled her sheets to cover her exposed breast- not that it really mattered seeing as he saw them and a whole lot more last night.
Shit.
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Unlike her family, Eliana’s sexual escapades were not something she flaunted. Unlike her Uncle, for instance, Eliana was not the type to cover herself in sheets and run to the kitchen to steal food with the man she slept with. Nor was Eliana the one to lounge luxuriously eating fruit throwing her head back in flirtatious laughter. As… free as this household might be, that was not the type of girl that Eliana was. Absolutely fucking not.
So when she turned in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open to see Silanos, her heart nearly stopped. Oh shit. Eliana turned back around in the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. There were so many reasons this was bad. She didn’t even know where to begin. Oh, how about with him being a super close friend to Pallas? How about that? Pallas might think it’s okay to bang Eliana’s friends (it’s not) but having sex with his friend? That was off-limits. She shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
Then there was the fact that her family, her father, in particular, was wanting her to marry. And this man was a noble. He was… well, marriageable. And well Eliana wanted to win this deal with her father, she still had standards. Playboys like Silanos were not on the list of candidates Eliana wanted to marry, not even close. But would her father care? Or her uncle? Gods, what if they sent a letter to his family or some crazy shit like that? No, no, no they cannot know this happened. Absolutely fucking not.
And then let’s not forget that this was Silanos. Eliana didn’t have a crush on him- per se. She did actually like him though, as a friend. She wouldn’t admit it, especially to his face. But he was funny and he was incredibly easy to talk to. He put up with her shit and gave it right back. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole at times. Eliana was absolutely just another notch on his belt. That’s not what a girl wants to be, even if this was casual.
And this was the second time.
The first time was a mistake too. But it was a mistake that wasn’t supposed to ever happen again. Eliana told herself that. But the second time? How did it happen? How did she land herself in this much trouble?
And why did she like it so much?
She, like Silanos, couldn’t exactly remember the events leading up to them falling into bed together. What she could remember was the actual sex. It was good- it was fucking good. How could drunk sex be that good? And why did she want more of it? What was fucking wrong with her? This whole situation was just so messed up.
Again? This is getting to be a habit. He woke up. He realized. Eliana didn’t stir. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to acknowledge it yet. Couldn’t he sleep just a bit more? Was that too much to ask for? Let her prepare some sort of response?
I need water. Eliana. Water. He was blindly groping around like the water would magically appear right next to him. It wasn’t going to. Finally, Eliana turned in her bed to face him. “How the fuck did this happen?” She pulled her sheets to cover her exposed breast- not that it really mattered seeing as he saw them and a whole lot more last night.
Shit.
Unlike her family, Eliana’s sexual escapades were not something she flaunted. Unlike her Uncle, for instance, Eliana was not the type to cover herself in sheets and run to the kitchen to steal food with the man she slept with. Nor was Eliana the one to lounge luxuriously eating fruit throwing her head back in flirtatious laughter. As… free as this household might be, that was not the type of girl that Eliana was. Absolutely fucking not.
So when she turned in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open to see Silanos, her heart nearly stopped. Oh shit. Eliana turned back around in the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. There were so many reasons this was bad. She didn’t even know where to begin. Oh, how about with him being a super close friend to Pallas? How about that? Pallas might think it’s okay to bang Eliana’s friends (it’s not) but having sex with his friend? That was off-limits. She shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
Then there was the fact that her family, her father, in particular, was wanting her to marry. And this man was a noble. He was… well, marriageable. And well Eliana wanted to win this deal with her father, she still had standards. Playboys like Silanos were not on the list of candidates Eliana wanted to marry, not even close. But would her father care? Or her uncle? Gods, what if they sent a letter to his family or some crazy shit like that? No, no, no they cannot know this happened. Absolutely fucking not.
And then let’s not forget that this was Silanos. Eliana didn’t have a crush on him- per se. She did actually like him though, as a friend. She wouldn’t admit it, especially to his face. But he was funny and he was incredibly easy to talk to. He put up with her shit and gave it right back. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole at times. Eliana was absolutely just another notch on his belt. That’s not what a girl wants to be, even if this was casual.
And this was the second time.
The first time was a mistake too. But it was a mistake that wasn’t supposed to ever happen again. Eliana told herself that. But the second time? How did it happen? How did she land herself in this much trouble?
And why did she like it so much?
She, like Silanos, couldn’t exactly remember the events leading up to them falling into bed together. What she could remember was the actual sex. It was good- it was fucking good. How could drunk sex be that good? And why did she want more of it? What was fucking wrong with her? This whole situation was just so messed up.
Again? This is getting to be a habit. He woke up. He realized. Eliana didn’t stir. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to acknowledge it yet. Couldn’t he sleep just a bit more? Was that too much to ask for? Let her prepare some sort of response?
I need water. Eliana. Water. He was blindly groping around like the water would magically appear right next to him. It wasn’t going to. Finally, Eliana turned in her bed to face him. “How the fuck did this happen?” She pulled her sheets to cover her exposed breast- not that it really mattered seeing as he saw them and a whole lot more last night.
