Blood On The Broken Fourth Wall

[Marburg]

Location: The Temporal Cortex
(Subconscious observance of episodic memory in the 3rd Person)
Time: 7:30am, October 30th, 813 A.S.

Hannah deactivates the alarm, allows herself a deep stretch, nudges Dimi on the shoulder and says, "Wake up." just prior to crawling herself out of bed.

Damien sleeps like the dead, so the only response she gets from him is an unconscious mumble of "Do you have any nines?" as he turns to his side away from her. She rolls her eyes and says with a smirk, "You-are-dreaming" and then goes off to the other room to make coffee before getting dressed.

She returns a few minutes later with a full cup and kneels down on his side of the bed, close to his face and says, "It's starting to get late...we really should wake up now." as she allows him to breathe the wafting steam and aroma of the beverage. This time, all she gets from him is another unconscious mumble of, "Do you have any sixes?"

Somewhat irritated, she looks at the time, places the coffee on the nightstand, pulls off the sheets, straddles on top of him, leans in close to his ear and whispers seductively: "Wake up, Baby...If you make us late, you're going to regret it."

The moisture and heat of her soft breath sends a shiver up his spine as he groggily awakes, blurting out, "Yeah, I have two!"

Opening his eyes, he finds Hannah smiling above him, her long chestnut hair framing his face.

"Two of what?" she moans with a deep inhale as she closes her eyes and brings down her hips to utterly connect with his.




...at this point, Dimi doesn't even remember...Nor does he care. It was just some silly dream anyway.

I think its probably best to leave them here and allow them their privacy for now. I trust you can use your imaginations to fill in the blanks for yourselves.

...I will at least say this: He definitely made them both late to work that morning & to this day, I promise you, he doesn't regret it for a second.

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