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When Mirae wakes up she feels misplaced. The bed is too soft, the covers… she can’t place the smell, and as her eyes adjust she realizes that she doesn’t recognise anything in the room. Reality still feels blurry at the edges and she thinks she might still be a little drunk. It takes a moment for the “I don’t know how I got here” and “I don’t know where I am” panic to set in but when it does, she just sort of yells. There are probably words but mostly she’s fucking scared and taking a mental checklist of her body. She doesn’t feel sore or bruised anywhere and the grogginess feels like it’s probably from just waking and leftover alcohol. Probably.
Even upon gaining more consciousness she has no idea how she got here, and nothing about the room is familiar. Suddenly there’s… yelling back? Someone telling her to “please for the love of the maker shut the fuck up please stop yelling.” The voice. That’s familiar but she can’t pinpoint it until a very rumpled Krem pops in the doorway, scowling.
“What’re you yelling about?” His voice is groggy and Mirae can feel her heart rate immediately drop back down. “It’s like four am.”
Her brain is slowly working through the reality that she’s in Krem’s bed and he’s… somewhere? But she’s safe. And it’s late. And she’s definitely still a little drunk. “Sorry, I…” She breaks off, still taking in everything around her, “I didn’t know where I was. And I panicked. A bit.” Krem sighs, rubbing at his forehead.
“I tried to take you home but you weren’t coherent enough to say where you lived so I just had the cab bring you here.” Mirae is surprised he can string that much together. She’s still half asleep.
“Oh.” They just stare at each other for a long moment. It’s probably awkward but Mirae is having a bit of trouble with the whole focusing thing.
“Cool, I’m gonna go back to bed then.” Krem starts to turn on his heel before Mirae protests.
“Hey, no, this is your bed, I shouldn’t kick you out.”
“Don’t worry about it, really.” Mirae made an active effort to scoot to one side and patted the freshly empty section of the bed. “Are you serious?” She patted more insistently.
With a huff, Krem gave in and crawled into the bed, careful to stay to one side. His efforts are for naught, however, because Mirae is instantly curled into his side. When he groans a protest, she wiggles in closer and he decides to simply cut his losses and wrap an arm over her if he wants to get anymore sleep
Mirae is woken again by maker forsaken sunbeams falling over her face. She groans, tucking her face into Krem’s neck. He shifts just a bit under her.
“Hmm?” His voice is gravelly and she can feel it against the bridge of her nose. Krem shifts again and she leaves the safety of his neck, braving the light to look up at him. There’s a gentle smile gracing his lips and he’s got one eye cracked open to meet hers. “Morning.”
She lets her eyes fall closed again, chin resting on his shoulder. And then, there’s a subtle press of lips right in the middle of her forehead. Mirae doesn’t bother to open her eyes. “What was that? Mm?”
“What?” By the time she opens her eyes his are closed again, head leaned back with a satisfied grin.
“You know what.” Mirae cranes her neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw, peppering a few down his neck. It takes her minimal effort to properly drape over him, sprinkling kisses across his cheekbones and pressing a few to the tip of his nose. He laughs under her, a soft sound but she can feel it in his chest.
As Mirae moves to press another kiss to the tip of his nose, Krem cups her jaw with his hand and stretches up to place a proper kiss right on her lips. She follows him right back down to his pillow, pecking at the corner of his mouth.
His other hand busies itself pressing small circles into her lower back. She grins right onto his mouth, tangling fingers into his short hair. It’s soft and sweet and she’s a little sleepy and there’s a headache pressing at her temples but Krem pops a kiss on the tip of her nose and she thinks that if she had cancer he would’ve just cured it.
Her teeth graze his bottom lip and the his hand slips from her lower back right to her ass. Mirae giggles, tucking her face into his shoulder.
“Shit, sorry-” She silences him with a kiss, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.
Bull is met with two sets of groans when his phone goes off as he prepares a hangover breakfast. He would feel worse about the shrill ringtone if he wasn’t in charge of not one but two drunk assholes last night. Cullen is draped over the couch, pillow covering his face, and Dorian is still twisted in the covers on their bed.
“Krem? Everything okay?” He taps speakerphone, setting the phone on the counter while he continues squeezing oranges for fresh juice. You could say he’s a perfect boyfriend.
“Yeah, Mirae just left.” Bull glances at the time, just after eleven.
“She stayed pretty late, huh?”
“Mhm.” He can hear Krem shuffling on the other end. “I failed step one.”
“You know, I picked up on that when Mirae ran out of the club.”
“I also. Well, I may have also failed step two.” Bull sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You didn’t.”
“This morning.” Bull groans. “I really like her, Chief.” He groans louder.
“What’d I tell you, Krem?”
“That it’s a very bad idea.” He sounds deflated and indignant.
“And I stand by it.” Krem sighs. Bull rinses off his hands and picks up his phone, “Krem, you can do better.” He feels a little shitty saying that about a friend , a best friend even, but maybe he’s just overprotective of Krem. There’s a tell tale silence on the other end. He crumbles. “If you really do like her that much then go for it. But you know she’s about to date Cullen, so if you’re serious you need to be quick about it.”
“You got it, Chief.” He’s glad to hear more of a smile in Krem’s voice.
“Any time.” The line goes dead and Bull starts bringing food out to the table. “Rise n’ shine! Can’t hide in your blankets forever!” Cullen sits up, equal parts disoriented and disgruntled. Dorian yells a muffled, ‘fuck you!’ from the other room.
[ To: Princess Mustache ]: i kissed him and he’s married
[ From: Princess Mustache ]: is that so? Unfortunate, really.
[ From: Princess Mustache ]: have you considered talking to him?
[ To: Princess Mustache ]: well.
[ To: Princess Mustache ]: i just requested tuesday off
[ From: Princess Mustache ]: isn’t that a bit dramatic? Leaving the poor children to suffer with me over your personal issues!
[ To: Princess Mustache ]: you’re right. i hate that
[ To: Princess Mustache ]: he’s married