[Thanks chrono, may all coffee table corners find your little toes]
Sylas' eyes shot open. But the first thing he saw wasn't the sky, or the moon, nor was it even the ground — it was a pair of blue eyes that might as well have shone as bright as any one of them. And then his eyes swung down, a curious verb considering the breasts swaying in front of them.
Cassarae seemed to have woken up. Yet, instead of clothing herself, she was kneeling on top of him, staring down as though she was waiting for him to wake up to this specific moment.
She had to have been there for a while, just staring at him for who knew how long.
"Is this a new fetish of yours or something?" Sylas asked.
Cassarae blinked. "…Don't you know how to speak in anything other than annoying?"
"You? Policing the way someone speaks?"
Cassarae reached a hand up and forced Sylas' eyelids closed.
"You were better when you were asleep and not talking to my tits like they have my mouth on them."
