She rolled towards him, her limbs creeping over his body. Azuel’s first reaction was to pull away but a lingering desire not to disturb her, and worry that she would fall, kept him from moving quickly enough to escape. His head swam, but his eyes, still fixated on the pointed ear that now was placed just below his lips, seemed to focus with even more clarity.
He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. It enjoyed mixed success, restoring his sight and thoughts to clarity while only bringing her intimate touch into greater focus. He fidgeted around, fighting the urge to wrap himself around her, until she stopped moving and returned to a more peaceful slumber. He breathed a little sigh of relief.
If he was being perfectly honest, he wasn’t certain how to proceed. Disentangling himself had become a tricky proposition, especially if he didn’t want to wake her up. He supposed he could try picking her up and moving her to bed. But then a little thought occurred to him. A vengeful and mischievous thought.
His hand, up until this point resting on her back, slid upwards. It came to rest just a few inches from her ear, Azuel thinking to grab, poke and tease it.
He couldn’t seem to move his hand any closer, something in his gut telling him that this was the wrong choice. Racking his memories for clues, he was glad he had trusted his instincts when he suddenly recalled that her ears were ‘sensitive’ parts of her body. His face blossomed into a full blush for what was not the first time today and would certainly not be the last, and his hand fell back down. What a narrowly avoided catastrophe.
He sighed. There was nothing to be done for it then, he would have to lift her. If she was so tired as to not awaken at his gentle touch, he thought it best to let her sleep.
He arms reached down under her legs, and he wished once more that she had not changed her outfit into something that showed so much skin. With one hand under her legs and the other supporting her back, he rose slowly. Despite her the muscle of guard training, she remained lighter than most humans. Azuel did not find it too difficult. Trying to keep himself from gazing at her chest as he walked, Azuel eventually made it to the bed.
He realized she hadn’t changed the sheets, but he didn’t have a way to lift the blankets without setting Mire down on the bed regardless. He wouldn’t be able to tuck her in and would simply settle for letting her lie atop the bed. He did so, setting her gently down atop it before retracting his hands. They lingered only slightly on her thigh as he drew back. He immediately felt horrible.
This accomplished, the next order of business would be to change out of her clothing. He skittered over to the cupboard, nervous about waking Mire. She was asleep as far as he knew, and it was apparently quite deep, so Azuel simply took the clothing from his form and folded it, leaving it in a neat little pile. He wandered over to his clothing, now dried upon the line, and first made for his underwear. When he undid the clips, he was facing her, but he looked down at her and swiftly turned around without thinking about why he was doing so.
He slipped on pants next, and finally his shirt and coat. Dressed for success in the latest shades of industrial grey and dirt brown, he took one last glance over at Mire before he went. He smiled serenely. For now at least, maybe they could be happy in each other’s company.
What a foolish, childish thought.