She didn’t stir at all, however.
He chuckled, leaning over to nip at her ass through her thin shorts.
Not even a pause in her snores.
Cocking his head, he gently shook her. “Callie? It's time to wake up, my prize.”
Nary a flicker of her eyelids.
“Hmm, a heavy sleeper are we?”
He blew into her ear, tickled her sides, and still she didn’t wake.
“Wow. A very heavy sleeper. However did you manage to wake up for your day without two dozen alarms? I suppose this means waking you with heated touches won’t be possible. That is, unless you have an interest in dormaphilia? I’ll ask you later.”
He shook her harder, jostling her whole body on the bed and still she did not wake. He circled around the bed, physically sat her upright, and then shook her again. This time, her snoring snuffled to a stop and she grumbled, trying to flop back down onto the bed. He held her fast, laughing.
It was his deep laughter that finally had her eyelids fluttering open. She yawned hugely, stretching her hands over her head before dropping them at her sides. She squinted at him.
“What time is it?” she mumbled, covering another yawn with her hand.
He made a show of looking at his Link. “It is halfway through rotation, dearest. You’ve slept most of the Dark away.”
Callie groaned, letting her head fall back. “I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.”
He knew his grin had grown lascivious but he couldn’t help it. “Not run over, darling. More like rutted. Vigorously, if I do say so myself.”
She eyeballed him, shifting in the bed to throw her legs over the side and winced. “Ugh, why haven’t my nanos done their job?”
“You aren’t injured, just sore. Why would they waste precious resources to cure you of a few sore muscles?”
She shifted around, testing to see the extent of her soreness and then grumbled some more.
“Well? Everything as it should be? I didn’t tear you asunder?” he asked, teasing her.
She eyed him again. “No. I guess I’m fine. Still, I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with soreness from sex anymore. Or working out.”
He pulled her to her feet with a smile. “Injuries, darling. Injuries. You should take heart though. Your sore body won’t last nearly as long as it would have in your old life. Once you get moving around, it should dissipate.”
“Goody.”
He chuckled gleefully. “Are you usually cranky upon waking?”
She shot him a glare before disappearing into the bathroom.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he called to her, laughing at her muffled curses.
He was still chuckling after he emerged from his dressing room wearing tight reptile print black pants and an open vest made entirely of yellow feathers.
He slid shimmering green rings onto each one of his fingers and added a bright green choker that covered his neck from jaw line to collarbones. He opted to go without shoes, instead slipping on toe rings attached to chains connected to gold ankle bells.
He changed out his hooped earrings for ten studded earrings with different color jewels, four in one ear and six in the other.
When Callie emerged from the bathroom with freshly styled hair and a washed face, she stopped dead to stare at him with wide eyes.
He did a little turn so she could get all the angles.
She burst out laughing, shaking her head at him. “How do you manage to make those ridiculous outfits sexy?”
