Random Hotel Room, Sunday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders woke up first, surprised by the now-unfamiliar rhythm of someone else breathing next to him. It took him the smallest fraction of a second before he realized the shape next to him was Kathy.

His head spun. He'd had too much to drink the night before; they both had. She might wake up and decide this was a one-off, that they shouldn't spoil fifteen years of mostly platonic friendship over a drunken mistake.

She might. But deep in his most selfish heart, he hoped that she wouldn't.

He curved closer to her, enjoying the moment as much as he could before what he feared would be its inevitable end.

[OOC: For one, please!]

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Kathy sighed and snuggled closer to the warmth at her side. Like Anders, this had become unfamiliar over the years. She and Alex had separated over a year and a half ago and even before then, they'd started keeping different schedules between Kathy's flitting between worlds and her legal duties and Alex's life as Havok. If it had been more than two years since they'd had sex, it had been almost as long since they'd cuddled and slept together.

But if it had been two years since she'd woken up after a night of passion with her ex-husband, it had been even longer since she'd done so with Anders. And yet, when she finally rose up to consciousness, she wasn't confused at all.

"Anders..." she murmured, giving him a sleepy smile. "Mornin'."