With Tabit in his arms, Fafnir never wanted to get out of this eutopia. For the whole night, he looked at the little princess who was snuggled in his arms, against his chest. He continued to grin at her, cuddle her, cover her the blanket, and adjusted his body according to her so that when she dozed off to sleep, she didn't feel uncomfortable. And after six long nights in which he was barely himself, Fafnir too went off to sleep.
Sometime during the night, he woke up, feeling blissful. But why? He peeled open his eyes and found himself holding a cuddly girl in his embrace, in his lap. Stunned, he snapped his eyes at the girl's face that was lolling in the crook of his elbow and he stifled a growl.
"Calaman's horns!" he muttered when he saw that it was no one else but his Tabit who was wrapped up in a blanket and was sleeping in his arms. A shudder passed through him when he tried his best to remember how he came into this position, but he couldn't remember it at all.
But Tabit? He was extremely happy, yet extremely scared. His wolf was wagging his tail on the inside but he was befuddled. How did she come here? And too in his arms? Panic-stricken, he developed cold feet. Very carefully, he picked her up and set her on the bed. After tucking her in the blanket, he went to sit on the edge and waited for her to wake up, meanwhile cursing himself for not behaving properly with her. He was afraid that she must have seen him during his worst behavior and now she wouldn't even want to talk with him.
He tried hard to remember what happened between the last time he was in his senses and now, but however hard he racked his brains, nothing came forth. He stabbed his fingers through his head and then paced the room, but his light bulb for the night was fuse. He remembered Orin and him coming to the wine house, Orin ordering fae wine, and him having two goblets of that. After that... nothing!
He drew out a ragged breath and cursed Orin for putting him through this. He took a chair and sat down, looking at a sleepy Tabit. What if she decided to reject him? "No!" The thought was dreadful. He felt that if she rejected him, he was going to die. In order to allay his fears, he started rubbing his chest.
"How are you?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
And that was the first time he dared to blink his eyes. He took a deep breath in order to muster enough courage to speak, but where were all the words he had thought of? So he ended up with a rumble in his chest which came out as a purr.
Tabit lifted her head up and stared at him. "Are you okay?"
Fafnir was anything but okay. His throat was paper dry. With a lot of difficulty he hummed a yes.
"Yesterday--"
Calaman's horns! This was it. This was the time when Tabit was going to throw him out of the room and he wouldn't know what to do or how he ended up in this situation. "I--I--I--I--" he stuttered.
Tabit became quiet as her smile waned. She raised an eyebrow for him to speak. But when he didn't speak up, she got up and crawled towards him. "You?" she encouraged him.
Fafnir's mind froze when he saw that Tabit was on her four limbs, staring at him from the bed. Through her tunic which had fallen near her neckline, he could see the upper swells of her breasts. His cock swelled harder than ever and he clenched his teeth to stop himself from coming.
"Fafnir, you look so flushed. Are you having a fever?" she said in her trademark husky voice.