The Grey Wolf wrote:Vaxon wrote:
Vyktor sighed and then looked at her, deciding something very nice in a way.
"You need rest. Sleep. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning for "desert for breakfast"...", he said, having a slightly-flirtatious tone.
Aoife fell asleep in the kitchen, when she woke up, she wiped her eyes, and stretched.
Vyktor was sitting next to her sleeping as well. Then he looked up at her, somehow awake.
"Aoife, shall we have desert for breakfast now, my dearest Slave?", he asked. Datfetizhmode.
(ooc: You have permission to time skip the scene until afterwards, or you can post in response to this and then I will post about her being brought to the bed, den timeskeep.)




