“Here, let me check.” He said finally when he controlled his humour. I felt his hands at my head and it felt kind of magic what he was doing there, rubbing gentle circles at my temples.
“Oh that’s good.” I moaned still all the while keeping my eyes closed.
“You know I hear the light won’t actually burn your retinas from just a hangover.”
“Ha, ha, and since when did you turn into such a funny man?” I asked sarcastically.
“Since I met some beauty in the woods who taught me how to laugh.” Oh god, but that was such a beautiful thing to say, it took me a moment to be able to reply.
“You’re smooth I will give you that.” I said but Draven knew with the thick emotion in my voice that there was no malice in my response.
“I do try, Love.” He whispered making me finally open my eyes. The room wasn’t as bright as I first thought it would be thanks to the thick curtains that were pulled across the sight of Venice.
“Ah there she is…good morning my little drunkard.” I couldn’t help but fail at supressing my grin on hearing my new pet name.
“Morning my sober knight in khaki pants.” I replied making him laugh and say,
“Well not anymore.” I looked over to him to see only his bottom half covered with the sheet and found he was right, now he wasn’t wearing anything.
“Draven!” I shouted.
“What? Do I look like a pyjama man to you?” At this I laughed as well.
“No, I couldn’t see you in blue and white stripes.”
“Then naked it is, count yourself lucky your little Imp guardian was around to put me in my place last night or you would find yourself the same.” He said nodding to me. I looked down at myself to see I was wearing the same T-shirt that Draven had on last night.
“Umm…and was my little green haired guardian the one to put me in your T-shirt?” And there it was, my answer all wrapped up in a bad boy grin.
“I will take that as a no.”
“Would you believe I closed my eyes?” He asked resting his head up on his hand having his bent elbow to the bed.
“Not if the Pope himself told me so.” I replied to which the bed was once again bouncing with Draven’s laughter.
“See I told you they’re up…Pip bomb!” Pip suddenly shouted running into the room and leaping onto the bed to then start jumping like a five year old. She was of course wearing a Sonic the Hedgehog onesie.
“Get up, get up! It’s Christmas, mum and dad!” She yelled then burst into a fit of Pip giggles.
“Calm down Squeak, it’s too early and I have the mother of all hangovers!” I said holding my head like this would help. Sophia followed in through the door, now answering my silent question as to who Pip was talking to before she burst into the room. Sophia walked over to the curtains and pulled them both back letting the light come pouring in. My instinct kicked in and before I could stop myself I rolled into Draven and buried my head into the little nook by his shoulder.
“Ahhh!” I complained and Draven’s other hand came to the back of my head to hold me to him.
“Well it’s not early, and this you see here is afternoon light. So chop, chop, lots to do, lots to be done.” Sophia said coming to stand by one of the bed’s thick wooden posts.
“Yeah, this is totally dress dolly human day! It’s like one of my favourite days and actually, I think it should be a national holiday!” On hearing this I groaned into Draven’s skin making him chuckle. I then turned back to face my girls to find Sophia smiling softly at the sight of me and Draven in bed together.
“You know I have become quite good at dressing myself these days, in fact let me show you later…yeah?” I said and tried to ignore the slither of tingles up my spine with having Draven’s hand making its way down to rest at my bare hip where his T-shirt had ridden up around my waist.
“Oh no, not this time Kazzy, your ass is ours!” Sophia said and Pip who was still standing at the bottom of the bed added,
“That’s right Whoopie Toot, your ass has been sold to us chickiedees!” Then after giving Sophia a high five, she then smacked her own ass a few times as if this would help get her point across better. I then looked up to Draven and after a smile he looked like he was concentrating on something in the distance. I was about to ask him about it but before I could he spoke.
“Alright ladies, fun time is over, you can wait for my… your doll outside.” Draven said and his fingers dug into my flesh after his little slip up.
“Oh no fair King dude! We wanna play now!”
“Turtle Dove!” Adam shouted as he made it to the door frame from what looked like a dead run. His plaid shirt had several tears slashed across the chest and around the muscles of his arms, like he had been straining and ripped his shirt.