Snippet #2351777

Sabine Marx

It was incredibly warm. He must have overslept and the sun was urging him out of bed. He didn't usually do that though, did he? Oversleep. He must have had a late night. Maybe he'd had to deal with something. Maybe that's why he still felt so tired. The best option now would be to go back to sleep. Sabine's eyes flicked open for a second before closing again; he was much too groggy. He wasn't usually so sticky with sleep in the morning, but individual days had their individual ways, didn't they. As he began to drift off again without a thought, he felt something move next to him, folding itself closer with a sigh.He welcomed the other form at first, accepting it as part of whatever half dream he was currently in, but it didn't last for long. After a few pensive moments he opened his eyes, blinking against the morning to stare hard at the creature curled next to him. Well, this was new. As he began to place back the events of the prior evening, Sapphire stirred again, looking up at him. He stared at her for a moment, she looked rather shocked, before he recovered.

"Good morning Miss Parker." He said cordially as he began untangling himself from her. There would be time to deal with this situation later, but now he had to deal with her. Out of the moment he was more inclined to put a bit more space between the two of them, though at the moment she still looked pleasantly disheveled and disgruntled. He slid his arm out from underneath her and sat up, stretching. Though there had been things he'd missed about sleeping with women, most of which Sapphire had quite poignantly reminded him of, having a numb arm was not one of them. And probably never would be.

After raking his hand through his hair to keep it out of his face, Sabine leaned back on his hands, turning to observe his bedmate. "Before you ask, Suß, It was your idea, not mine." He said, not without a slight trace of teasing in his still somewhat sleepy voice. Waking up late was never good for his internal clock. And if memory served him correctly, he'd stayed up quite late the night before as well. There wasn't anything wrong with that though. He had no regrets, regrets were for things in the past and what was the point on dwelling on such things anyway? Now, he really did have to seriously think about what sparked this change in behavior, but again, this was not the time for such things.

He turned his eyes from Sapphire to cast them over the room. My, they'd left a bit of a mess, hadn't they. Clothes scattered about, and the door connecting his bedroom to the front room of his quarters was still standing slightly ajar. Well they had been in a bit of a hurry, especially his impatient little blonde, so it was easy to overlook. Not that he could quite warrant being annoyed with Sapphire, especially so early in the day. He'd had his share in their little chaos. But speaking of chaos, how had Lena fared, Sabine wondered. He'd sent her off to inform the other two of his staff who mattered any at all. She was probably now dithering, wondering where he was, since he was so very off schedule. She might even be outside the door, and if he knew her as well as he believed he did she would be there. Sweet, silly little Lena. Well, there was only one way to see if she was doing her customary dithering outside the door or somewhere else.

He held up a hand, tilting his head slightly. "Excuse me for a moment, Miss Parker, I might be a bit too loud for you." He said before pausing for a second to select the proper volume. Not too loud, since he wasn't angry with his little Lena, but loud enough that she would be able to hear him. "I know you are out there, Lena, you'll have to make a decision eventually." He said, angling himself so he could see the main door through the half open door of his inner room. Anticipation was a key part of the job. He could easily play this off if she wasn't actually outside his door, then she'd have obviously run off, startled at being caught. And if she was out there, well, he knew that, obviously, because it was his job to be so perceptive.

He turned back to Sapphire then, arching his back in a lazy stretch. His muscles were complaining quietly, surprised and unused to the kind of work he'd put them through. It was a pleasant ache though. A successful ache, at the very least. He lifted an eyebrow at his companion. "I shall assume that you've got a headache, seeing as you were inebriated enough to hang off my neck for several hours last night. If you need anything for that I'm sure Lena would be most pleased to fetch it for you." he said in a more business-like manner. He wasn't going to just kick her out, that would not be polite. But he wouldn't entertain her foul mood either, especially after her eager impatience of the prior evening. She's wanted him well enough then, she should deal with it now. He was. Perhaps he should urge her to go wash up so he could dress in peace? Or something. He wasn't going to dump her off on Lena if the girl actually had been outside the door and was now sheepishly entering, the personality difference would not work very well, he thought. This was definitely something he needed to handle himself. He had gotten himself into this, after all, he could follow through just fine. Yes. Of course.