Seras claps her hands over her mouth to stifle a yelp, scooting back towards the edge of the bed as quickly as possible and praying that she's not going to disturb him. The last thing she needs is for him to wake up and realize this mistake too. It's one thing for her to see all this and take this moment to her grave, it's another for him to wake up in a panic (or worse, disgust) and have a come-apart about it.
Of all people to wake up face-to-face with, why did it have to be Alfred?
It's not like this is the first time she's shared a bed with him! She was practically his living security blanket when she first moved into the castle, but... it's been a pretty long time since they've occupied each others space like this, and NEVER have they done it in the buff before!
Buff is right-- NO, Seras, heel! OhJesusChristIgottagetouttahere--
Where are her clothes? Where are HIS clothes? That one little sliver of satin across his hips is the only thing saving her from getting a real eyeful and the longer she sits here and stares at him, the less she is convinced her self-control will keep her from taking a peek anyway--
But no! No. She can't. It isn't right. They're not even at work! That's pretty much the only place she has permission to glance at his bits and bobs, but even then she doesn't remember even doing a show with him last night, much less following him to his room when they got home?
What did she do when she got home, though? Why can't she remember? What the hell is going on?!
There are so many pieces missing to this puzzle, and Seras doesn't seem to realize that as she's spending all this time wracking her brain to put the previous night together, she hasn't even moved from her huddled, satin-wrapped ball at the edge of the bed. She's still staring, wide-eyed and starstruck, having yet to really take in any of the other odd details of this situation yet... she's much too fixated on this veritable sculpture of perfection stretched out and languishing gracefully before her.
How is she supposed to think under these conditions!]
When Alfred stirs, he rolls his head lazily from one side to the other, hair much longer than it has been when he had gone to sleep falling in soft waves around his shoulders. He is, of course, completely oblivious to the panic Seras is experiencing - things are just as they have always been, in his mind. He's just had a good night of sleep beside his lovely girlfriend. Contentment.
So when he slits his eyes open to smile lazily at the werewolf...he is a little thrown off by the way she's scooted so far back, staring at him in. What is that, horror?]
Mnh......Schatzi? What's wrong?
[Too sleepy for real panic to set in, he sits up.
The strip of satin falls away.]
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Unfortunately she can't manage to untangle herself from the sheets enough to make an escape before he's regarding her proper. His (Warm? Adoring?) gaze now unmistakably focused on her ("Schatzi?" What does that mean?) she freezes in place like a deer in headlights.]
A-ah, hi. Good morning. So sorry-- I didn't mean to wake you. J-just lie back down. Go back to sleep.
[Where did all that hair come from? Is it a wig? Is his fog form acting up? She always thought that thing was always going to be the death of her... he looks too good. It's not fair.
She doesn't get to worry about that detail for much longer though, since all her fussing seems to have stolen away his last little bit of cover.
Once again her hands rocket straight to her mouth, head turning sharply up and away, making the point that she didn't see a thing.]
Ohhhmygodimsosorry— [Muffled against her palm before she realizes that she's just uncovered herself in the process and now she must scramble to gather the sheets around her again.]
I-it's just a dream! Just a weird dream! Don't mind me, I was never here!
[Keeping her eyes on the ceiling, she starts trying to navigate backwards off the bed again, one arm holding the sheets to her chest and the other patting around for the edge of the mattress.
Is is really HIM she's trying to convince, here? Seems like she might be ready to die of shame for the both of them...]
[Okay, this is - weird. Blinking more of the sleep from his eyes, he gets a better look at his partner (a MUCH better look, and damn if he doesn't enjoy the view), and...some of what he's seeing doesn't quite add up. Her hair. Her piercings.
And, of course, the fact that she seems...flustered to see him naked. Maybe this is some sort of prank? An elaborate gag?
That makes the most sense, right?]
You were never here...?
[Confusion gives way to mischief - he chuckles a little, a lopsided smile crossing his lips while his eyes glitter.]
If you were never here, then I must have had quite the...vivid dream last night.
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[Early Evening September 14th - During Paths Not Traveled Event]
Seras claps her hands over her mouth to stifle a yelp, scooting back towards the edge of the bed as quickly as possible and praying that she's not going to disturb him. The last thing she needs is for him to wake up and realize this mistake too. It's one thing for her to see all this and take this moment to her grave, it's another for him to wake up in a panic (or worse, disgust) and have a come-apart about it.
Of all people to wake up face-to-face with, why did it have to be Alfred?
It's not like this is the first time she's shared a bed with him! She was practically his living security blanket when she first moved into the castle, but... it's been a pretty long time since they've occupied each others space like this, and NEVER have they done it in the buff before!
Buff is right-- NO, Seras, heel! OhJesusChristIgottagetouttahere--
Where are her clothes? Where are HIS clothes? That one little sliver of satin across his hips is the only thing saving her from getting a real eyeful and the longer she sits here and stares at him, the less she is convinced her self-control will keep her from taking a peek anyway--
But no! No. She can't. It isn't right. They're not even at work! That's pretty much the only place she has permission to glance at his bits and bobs, but even then she doesn't remember even doing a show with him last night, much less following him to his room when they got home?
What did she do when she got home, though? Why can't she remember? What the hell is going on?!
There are so many pieces missing to this puzzle, and Seras doesn't seem to realize that as she's spending all this time wracking her brain to put the previous night together, she hasn't even moved from her huddled, satin-wrapped ball at the edge of the bed. She's still staring, wide-eyed and starstruck, having yet to really take in any of the other odd details of this situation yet... she's much too fixated on this veritable sculpture of perfection stretched out and languishing gracefully before her.
How is she supposed to think under these conditions!]
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So when he slits his eyes open to smile lazily at the werewolf...he is a little thrown off by the way she's scooted so far back, staring at him in. What is that, horror?]
Mnh......Schatzi? What's wrong?
[Too sleepy for real panic to set in, he sits up.
The strip of satin falls away.]
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Unfortunately she can't manage to untangle herself from the sheets enough to make an escape before he's regarding her proper. His (Warm? Adoring?) gaze now unmistakably focused on her ("Schatzi?" What does that mean?) she freezes in place like a deer in headlights.]
A-ah, hi. Good morning. So sorry-- I didn't mean to wake you. J-just lie back down. Go back to sleep.
[Where did all that hair come from? Is it a wig? Is his fog form acting up? She always thought that thing was always going to be the death of her... he looks too good. It's not fair.
She doesn't get to worry about that detail for much longer though, since all her fussing seems to have stolen away his last little bit of cover.
Once again her hands rocket straight to her mouth, head turning sharply up and away, making the point that she didn't see a thing.]
Ohhhmygodimsosorry— [Muffled against her palm before she realizes that she's just uncovered herself in the process and now she must scramble to gather the sheets around her again.]
I-it's just a dream! Just a weird dream! Don't mind me, I was never here!
[Keeping her eyes on the ceiling, she starts trying to navigate backwards off the bed again, one arm holding the sheets to her chest and the other patting around for the edge of the mattress.
Is is really HIM she's trying to convince, here? Seems like she might be ready to die of shame for the both of them...]
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And, of course, the fact that she seems...flustered to see him naked. Maybe this is some sort of prank? An elaborate gag?
That makes the most sense, right?]
You were never here...?
[Confusion gives way to mischief - he chuckles a little, a lopsided smile crossing his lips while his eyes glitter.]
If you were never here, then I must have had quite the...vivid dream last night.