{āOh. Well this isā¦ awkward.ā }
"Morning, Liam."
āLiam?ā Dustin cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her as she kissed the side of his neck.
Suddenly, AurĆ©lie leapt back and away from him. He resisted the urge to jump up with her; he hoped he hadnāt scared or accidentally hurt her. Before he could even utter an āAre you alrightā, she started talking again.
"O-oh, dear! I'm so sorry, I was half asleep and I thought you were someone else!"
āAh, donāt worry. Itās alri-ā
"I'm so sorry... do you need anything? Water? Food?" Dustin stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly. It was as if he was reading her, which he was to an extent.
Just as Dustin opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted again.
"Fleur! Leave him alone. Venez ici." Dustin had sat up by now, and her little kitten had hopped into his lap. The small animal had begun to rub up against his stomach, as if craving attention.
"Sorry about her. I hope you're not allergic."
āAhh, its quite alright. Sheās prettyā¦ cute.ā He spoke slowly, as if searching for the right words.
"I'll fetch you some water. Hold still, you don't want to open up your wound again."
Dustin watched with increasing curiosity as AurĆ©lie walked out of the room to go get him a glass of water. He came to the conclusion that she tended to talk very fast when she got flustered. As he waited, he turned his attention theā¦ Fleur. He was stroking her ears, enjoying the feeling of her fluffy fur.
āDo you only speak French? Bonjour, petit chaton. Vous ĆŖtes si mignons.ā He picked her up and held her so they were face to face as they spoke. She mewled in response and his eyes lit up happily, even though the mewl was probably only in response to the fact that she didnāt like being held that way. He plopped her back in his lap and began to stroke her again. As she began to purr, he made a similar noise in response; a deep, rumbling sound coming from deep in his throat.
Dustin looked up as AurĆ©lie came back into the room. He took the glass of water and drank the entire thing in one long sip. āThank you.ā
"U-um, do you mind if I check your side? You wouldn't want it to get infected."
Dustin stiffened. If she were to check the wound, she would find that it was completely closed and all that remains of it would probably be a large bruise on his side. He swallowed hard. āUrm, no, Iā¦ I think Iām fine, really.ā He looked down at Fleur again and busied himself with petting her. He quickly changed the conversation subject. āYour name isā¦ AurĆ©lie, right? Well, my name is Dustinā¦ Dustin Connolly.ā Dustin practically flinched. It sounds like cannoliā¦ smooth one.
āUmā¦ Do you have any spare pants I could borrow?ā Dustin shifted on the bed, knowing that where he was sitting would probably be a wet spot from his damp pants.
āLiam?ā Dustin cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her as she kissed the side of his neck.
Suddenly, AurĆ©lie leapt back and away from him. He resisted the urge to jump up with her; he hoped he hadnāt scared or accidentally hurt her. Before he could even utter an āAre you alrightā, she started talking again.
"O-oh, dear! I'm so sorry, I was half asleep and I thought you were someone else!"
āAh, donāt worry. Itās alri-ā
"I'm so sorry... do you need anything? Water? Food?" Dustin stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly. It was as if he was reading her, which he was to an extent.
Just as Dustin opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted again.
"Fleur! Leave him alone. Venez ici." Dustin had sat up by now, and her little kitten had hopped into his lap. The small animal had begun to rub up against his stomach, as if craving attention.
"Sorry about her. I hope you're not allergic."
āAhh, its quite alright. Sheās prettyā¦ cute.ā He spoke slowly, as if searching for the right words.
"I'll fetch you some water. Hold still, you don't want to open up your wound again."
Dustin watched with increasing curiosity as AurĆ©lie walked out of the room to go get him a glass of water. He came to the conclusion that she tended to talk very fast when she got flustered. As he waited, he turned his attention theā¦ Fleur. He was stroking her ears, enjoying the feeling of her fluffy fur.
āDo you only speak French? Bonjour, petit chaton. Vous ĆŖtes si mignons.ā He picked her up and held her so they were face to face as they spoke. She mewled in response and his eyes lit up happily, even though the mewl was probably only in response to the fact that she didnāt like being held that way. He plopped her back in his lap and began to stroke her again. As she began to purr, he made a similar noise in response; a deep, rumbling sound coming from deep in his throat.
Dustin looked up as AurĆ©lie came back into the room. He took the glass of water and drank the entire thing in one long sip. āThank you.ā
"U-um, do you mind if I check your side? You wouldn't want it to get infected."
Dustin stiffened. If she were to check the wound, she would find that it was completely closed and all that remains of it would probably be a large bruise on his side. He swallowed hard. āUrm, no, Iā¦ I think Iām fine, really.ā He looked down at Fleur again and busied himself with petting her. He quickly changed the conversation subject. āYour name isā¦ AurĆ©lie, right? Well, my name is Dustinā¦ Dustin Connolly.ā Dustin practically flinched. It sounds like cannoliā¦ smooth one.
āUmā¦ Do you have any spare pants I could borrow?ā Dustin shifted on the bed, knowing that where he was sitting would probably be a wet spot from his damp pants.