[It is many hours that pass all too quickly before Eun finally pleads exhaustion. If Asil is close to doing the same, she doesn't know, and does not care. There is no competition between them when it comes to stamina, after spending the evening proving to each other how good they are together. The bare minimum clean up happens in a sleepy blur, and before long Eun falls asleep curled up against Asil.
Between her changes, their lovemaking, and the emotional highs and lows of the evening, Eun sleeps very, very soundly. More than that, she and her wolf are content, having found someone who manages to balance passion and physical urges with emotional connection that does not veer into sappy sentiment that would otherwise make her cringe. She's now well used to his endearments, so much so that she does not flinch when he calls her his love in English, and even goes so far as to use his endearments for him. In the back of her mind she makes a note to ask him what other endearments there are, or to look it up, but it is a low priority to simply enjoying the change.
It is not lost on her that she's slipped into this relationship with Asil at a surprisingly speedy pace. In the space of a month, she's fallen hard for him, and while that speed has her balking to say plainly that she is in love with him or that she loves him, even in the quiet of her own mind, the depth of her feelings are considerable and clear to them both. She has his heart, and he has hers, and the reality of their feelings are not limited to only one string of commonly used words.
It works for her, and gives her time to continue to get comfortable with things between them. It should alarm her more how easy it all is, how little adjustment she needs to most things, but Eun is too happy with how things are unfolding to be scared of the newness.
She sleeps with a smile on her face.
When she wakes, she can tell already that it is late in the morning. She is alone, with Asil's side of the bed cooled enough to tell her he has been gone for a while now. Rather than be sad that they have not woken up together (she does not doubt it will happen in the future) Eun allows herself time to enjoy being in Asil's bed at all in the quiet of the morning. She continues to wake slowly, looking around the room she only saw at night and picking out the little ways in which he has made it his sanctuary. On impulse, she flops over to Asil's side of the bed and breathes in deeply the scent of him on his pillow, eyes closed as memories of the night before run through her mind. At her old apartment they would might have had the police called on them for noise disturbances, but Eun appreciates their isolation in the woods, giving them privacy she would never have had otherwise.
Rested enough to get up for the morning, Eun shows herself into the master bathroom and takes a shower. While she brought a tooth brush and tooth paste from her cabin, she happily makes use of his soaps, not at all minding the opportunity to smell a little like him. She cleans quickly and dries her hair with a hair dryer she also brought from her cabin, setting it on low so as to not disturb the morning's quiet overmuch. Asil's hearing is good, and it is her hope to have it all handled before he even realizes she is awake. Once done, Eun heads back into the bedroom to dress, and on a whim, digs into his closet to pull out a larger, cotton button-down shirt from inside. They are not too dissimilar in height, but the broadness of his shoulders makes the shirt oversized in just the way she might hope for. She slips on a pair of panties on next and heads down the hallway and stairs to the more familiar downstairs.
When Asil isn't immediately apparent, she shifts into the kitchen to find her things and, to her extreme appreciation, a kettle of hot water already available for tea. It doesn't take her long to set up a cup to steep, before she gets to work making a tray of cinnamon rolls for them to have for breakfast. A glance at the clock tells her that it's just after eleven, much later than she usually sleeps in, but life in Aspen Creek is slow enough, unhurried enough that a lazy day like this seems to stretch ahead of her still. It is not half-gone when the hours do not often pass quickly here. With sleeves unbuttoned and only turned up at the cuffs, she jumps up onto the countertop where she was the night before, and crosses her ankles over one another as she begins drinking her tea.
Asil, she imagines, will make his way back to the kitchen when he is ready, and until the rolls are ready to eat she won't interrupt whatever he happens to be doing.]
for asil.
Between her changes, their lovemaking, and the emotional highs and lows of the evening, Eun sleeps very, very soundly. More than that, she and her wolf are content, having found someone who manages to balance passion and physical urges with emotional connection that does not veer into sappy sentiment that would otherwise make her cringe. She's now well used to his endearments, so much so that she does not flinch when he calls her his love in English, and even goes so far as to use his endearments for him. In the back of her mind she makes a note to ask him what other endearments there are, or to look it up, but it is a low priority to simply enjoying the change.
It is not lost on her that she's slipped into this relationship with Asil at a surprisingly speedy pace. In the space of a month, she's fallen hard for him, and while that speed has her balking to say plainly that she is in love with him or that she loves him, even in the quiet of her own mind, the depth of her feelings are considerable and clear to them both. She has his heart, and he has hers, and the reality of their feelings are not limited to only one string of commonly used words.
It works for her, and gives her time to continue to get comfortable with things between them. It should alarm her more how easy it all is, how little adjustment she needs to most things, but Eun is too happy with how things are unfolding to be scared of the newness.
She sleeps with a smile on her face.
When she wakes, she can tell already that it is late in the morning. She is alone, with Asil's side of the bed cooled enough to tell her he has been gone for a while now. Rather than be sad that they have not woken up together (she does not doubt it will happen in the future) Eun allows herself time to enjoy being in Asil's bed at all in the quiet of the morning. She continues to wake slowly, looking around the room she only saw at night and picking out the little ways in which he has made it his sanctuary. On impulse, she flops over to Asil's side of the bed and breathes in deeply the scent of him on his pillow, eyes closed as memories of the night before run through her mind. At her old apartment they would might have had the police called on them for noise disturbances, but Eun appreciates their isolation in the woods, giving them privacy she would never have had otherwise.
Rested enough to get up for the morning, Eun shows herself into the master bathroom and takes a shower. While she brought a tooth brush and tooth paste from her cabin, she happily makes use of his soaps, not at all minding the opportunity to smell a little like him. She cleans quickly and dries her hair with a hair dryer she also brought from her cabin, setting it on low so as to not disturb the morning's quiet overmuch. Asil's hearing is good, and it is her hope to have it all handled before he even realizes she is awake. Once done, Eun heads back into the bedroom to dress, and on a whim, digs into his closet to pull out a larger, cotton button-down shirt from inside. They are not too dissimilar in height, but the broadness of his shoulders makes the shirt oversized in just the way she might hope for. She slips on a pair of panties on next and heads down the hallway and stairs to the more familiar downstairs.
When Asil isn't immediately apparent, she shifts into the kitchen to find her things and, to her extreme appreciation, a kettle of hot water already available for tea. It doesn't take her long to set up a cup to steep, before she gets to work making a tray of cinnamon rolls for them to have for breakfast. A glance at the clock tells her that it's just after eleven, much later than she usually sleeps in, but life in Aspen Creek is slow enough, unhurried enough that a lazy day like this seems to stretch ahead of her still. It is not half-gone when the hours do not often pass quickly here. With sleeves unbuttoned and only turned up at the cuffs, she jumps up onto the countertop where she was the night before, and crosses her ankles over one another as she begins drinking her tea.
Asil, she imagines, will make his way back to the kitchen when he is ready, and until the rolls are ready to eat she won't interrupt whatever he happens to be doing.]