Early to Bed, Early to Rise (Angel)

[Vidar Anfinson]

Once the game had ended Vidar had channel surfed some more. In truth, he didn't watch that much television unless the Flyers happened to be playing which wasn't usually the case in the mid to late summer since hockey was a winter sport. He'd found a show called Mythbusters and had watched that for awhile, it had proven interesting. Especially when they basically vaporized a cement mixer truck. Of course, Vidar had known that would happen with all the explosives that had been packed into it. He'd watched the news for awhile, and Craig Ferguson's talk show, at least through the monologue. In the wee hours of the morning he'd found a bad Kung Fu movie to watch, and followed that with Sportscenter before graduating to Saturday morning cartoons. Over the course of the evening he'd eaten about half of the pizza.

The sun's rays were gradually creeping through the window, ever further along the floor. Rolling his wrist he glanced at his watch and realized he'd been awake for almost twenty-seven hours straight. He'd also come to realize he wasn't nearly as young as he used to be as he was yawning, quietly, with ever increasing frequency. There had been a time when thirty-six hours straight would have been no problem, but no longer.

He was just wondering when Angel was going to wake up when she stirred beneath his arm and wing and groaned. Glancing down he saw her pop open an eye and blearily rub at it. Finally, she was awake. Soon enough he'd be home in his own bed. A short nap and he'd be back out on the grounds working by the early afternoon. Just because it was Saturday that didn't mean there wasn't still work to be done.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said, feeling a little guilty for using the name 'sunshine' but her hair was red and the sun was shining, so it seemed appropriate. Angel seemed to get a puzzled look on her face for a moment.

'Please don't scream,' he thought to himself, hiding a yawn behind his free hand and blinking his eyes down at her.

[Angelica Jones]

Angel had slept quite well. Warm, for sure, and sound as a baby; as the expression goes. She stirred, her bed feeling much more soft than usual. She stretched slightly, her hand raising to rub the one eye that agreed to open. For a moment she thought she was still asleep as she stared at Vidar. The man was now in her dreams? At least then it donned on her that she couldn't remember finishing their movie. Or saying goodnight. Groggily she sat up, looking around in a kind of haze. His words registered after a moment and she suddenly understood why her bed had been so soft and warm.

This wasn't her bed.

This wasn't even her couch.

Immediately her eyes widened a bit and her cheeks burned a vibrant red. "O-O-O-Oh, Vidar." She managed to choke out, she said sleepily. She hid her face in her hand for a moment, making no move to get off of him. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. She rubbed her eyes once more. "I didn't make it through the movie did I?" She asked, embarrassed. "Oh god and I trapped you here the whole night..." She added, sounding a bit horrified. She neglected to add that that had possibly been one of her best nights of sleep in weeks. She'd been increasingly nervous with classes starting soon, often spending most of the evening staring at her ceiling.

"I'm so sorry! I had no intention of forcing you to sleep with me." Her eyes widened a bit more. "Sleep under me." That horrified look danced through her eyes once more. "Sleep.. in my room." She finally squeaked out, her voice cracking a bit. She sat up a bit more, noting his yawn and frowned. "You.. You did sleep didn't you?" She asked, raising a brow and looking at him sternly. "Please tell me you slept..." She added, her face dropping a bit as guilt set in. She had a feeling the Vet, being somewhere completely unfamiliar had forgone sleep. "Vidar?" She said, trying to pry the information out of him.

Which only made her feel terribly guilty.

She leaned back from him, sitting on her knees and staring down at the fabric of the couch. "You didn't did you.." She said quietly, feeling terrible.

[Vidar Anfinson]

The muscular Norwegian watched as Angel went through her morning routine, then seemed to realize where she was and put all the pieces together which was, probably why her cheeks flushed. He yawned again, making no real effort to be quiet about it. She was awake no, so being subtle was no longer necessary. He didn't quite understand her reaction, it wasn't as if they had woken up naked in the same bed after all. He couldn't really see anything wrong. Despite her reaction she was making no move to get up from where she was, not that he minded all that much.

"O-O-O-Oh, Vidar. I didn't make it through the movie did I? Oh god and I trapped you here the whole night... "

"No, you fell asleep in there somewhere," he said, yawning again. "Not really sure where, and trapped might be a bit harsh. I could have left whenever I wanted. But, that might have woken you up and that would have been rude." He decided he wouldn't mention that it hadn't been all that terrible to have her pressed up against him all night, she might have found that remark awkward and it certainly sounded awkward in his head.

"I'm so sorry! I had no intention of forcing you to sleep with me. Sleep under me. Sleep.. in my room."

"No,," he said, not noticing her increasing panic as she searched for the right phrase because he was, once again, mid-yawn. "need to apologize," he continued, finishing the sentence after a yawn interrupted it. "I believe with is the right word, though I was more of a blanket. Which should answer that question, were you warm enough," he asked, tightening the pressure where his hand was on her hip in what he hoped would be a reassuring way.

"You.. You did sleep didn't you? Please tell me you slept... Vidar?"

"Who would have kept watch over you if I...," he asked, arching an eyebrow at Angel as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. The rest of the sentence was lost as he yawned again.

"You didn't did you.."

"Not at all, as I was saying someone had to keep watch over you," he said, suddenly realizing that she probably felt guilty about what had happened. Perhaps he should have lied, but no that would have been wrong of him. Maybe he should have refused to answer, but it was too late to plead the Fifth now.

"I've gone a lot longer without sleep in the past," he said quickly, trying to allay some of Angel's guilt as she sat up.

[Angelica Jones]

"No, you fell asleep in there somewhere. Not really sure where, and trapped might be a bit harsh. I could have left whenever I wanted. But, that might have woken you up and that would have been rude."

Angel smiled in response, groggily as it may be. She gingerly ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame the wild curls that did as they pleased. "Rude." She said softly, chuckling. She shook her head however, "It wouldn't have been rude. Besides I'm a heavy sleeper." Angel said, her cheeks still flushed. She pets him all evening, bombards him with questions, made him wear a blindfold that nearly had a pizza delivery boy killed, and then she falls asleep on him... And he was worried about being rude. She found that charming.

"No need to apologize. I believe with is the right word, though I was more of a blanket. Which should answer that question, were you warm enough,"

Angels cheeks flushed a second time. With sounded so... suggestive. At least in her experience when a woman said she had slept with someone it usually involved less clothing... Something they had on. As if to check Angel looked down. Definitely clothed. She smiled, however, and nodded looking back at him. "My comment last night was right on the money." She cooed brightly, avoiding his eyes for a moment. "I haven't slept that well in weeks." She admitted, her fingers drawing designs in the felt like she had the night before.

She waited for him to confirm her fears, watching him yawn again. It only made her feel worse. She stood, crossing her bedroom and tugged the comforter off the top. It gave her time to hide the rather large smile on her face with the mention of watching over her. No one had ever done such thing, at least not since her Grandmother had passed. Dragging it back she sat back down on the opposite edge of the couch, but didn't cover herself with it.

"You're exhausted. I don't care how many times you've done it in the past." She said softly, her voice wrought with guilt as well as concern. "Here." She said firmly, "I'll return the favor. You were my pillow all evening. I can stand to be yours for a bit while you catch up on some shut eye." She said with a smile. Angel held out her arms motioning for him to come closer. For a moment she thought of suggesting the bed. He was a large man, her couch wasn't really fit for two people. She managed to sleep easily enough on him, but she was a relatively small person.

"I'll sing you to sleep if I have to, don't think I wont." she said with a friendly grin. Angel held up the blanket with one arm. "Incase you get chilly. Lord knows I won't." It was as close to a tease as she had gotten in a very long time. "I can watch a bit of tv while you sleep. Or I'll snag a book. Honestly I don't mind."

[Vidar Anfinson]

Vidar watched as Angel got to her feet and went to her bed. He was mildly curious what it might be that she was up to as she pulled the comforter off of her bed. Surely she wasn't stripping her bed to do laundry at this very moment, that would be a bit odd since he was still there. His gaze followed the redhead as she plopped back down on the couch on the opposite side from him and began to speak.

"You're exhausted. I don't care how many times you've done it in the past. Here. I'll return the favor. You were my pillow all evening. I can stand to be yours for a bit while you catch up on some shut eye."

Well, this was certainly an interesting development. She was offering to be a pillow, a not altogether unappealing thought. However, the question still remained of what part of her was supposed to be the offered pillow. Chest? Shoulder? Stomach? Lap? Her gestures, arms outstretched, were a bit non-specific in that regard, leaving the feathered man to guess. Still, he also had to concede that this could, very well, be a once in a lifetime opportunity since he didn't suspect any woman would be making a similar offer in the near future and, in the end, there was nothing too objectionable in terms of morality about her offer. They were both still clothed, more or less, after all. The big Norwegian was about to respond, and point out an obvious problem, when Angel continued speaking.

"I'll sing you to sleep if I have to, don't think I wont. In case you get chilly. Lord knows I won't. I can watch a bit of tv while you sleep. Or I'll snag a book. Honestly I don't mind."

"I think I will accept your offer," Vidar said at last, yawning, as he leaned over and began to untie and unlace his boots. He'd slept with those on enough times in his life and didn't really want to repeat the process again. "There is one problem I can see though," he continued, removing the right boot, setting it on the floor, and yawning before moving to the left. "I'm too tall to fit on the couch, perhaps the floor would be better?" He was not about to suggest the bed, that seemed like a good way to get slapped or to have the pillow offer revoked. Let Angel make that suggestion.

"It would also be wrong of me to not warn you that I don't have the sheaths for my fingers. I usually cap my talons before I go to bed to avoid potentially damaging things while I'm asleep," he said around a yawn. "My toes are already capped because I knew I was going to be indoors. You should be fine, I don't think I'm usually a destructive sleeper." Not that he really knew for sure since it had been over a decade since he had slept with his finger talons unsheathed. "Still, to be safe if you're partial to anything you're wearing, or that blanket, it might be best to wear or use something else and to keep an eye on my hands while I sleep." he said, yawning and dropping the left boot on the floor before reaching over and taking Angel's free hand in one of his.

"The tops are not that sharp," he began, giving her the talon tutorial by pressing the top of the talons on his right hand against her arm. "But, the bottoms and the tips are very sharp." He pressed the tips of the talons into her arm lightly, there was enough pressure to make his point but not nearly enough to break the skin. "So..."

[Angelica Jones]

She was ready for him to decline. After all they didn't know each other very well, but she felt she should at least offer having used him as a bed the whole night. And what a bed it had been... She was drawn out of her thoughts, however as she heard his boot hit the floor.

"I'm too tall to fit on the couch, perhaps the floor would be better?"

She shook her head. "No way." She said shaking her head. "My bed's large enough for the two of us." She added quietly, her voice trailing off for a moment. That was a statement she had never thought she'd say. Especially to a man. Especially to a man who, currently, was not wearing a shirt. Something she was suddenly painfully aware of, but she did her best to push the fact from her mind. Just sleeping. Nothing else... No big deal. Still she felt her stomach do a few flips at the thought.

"It would also be wrong of me to not warn you that I don't have the sheaths for my fingers. I usually cap my talons before I go to bed to avoid potentially damaging things while I'm asleep. My toes are already capped because I knew I was going to be indoors. You should be fine, I don't think I'm usually a destructive sleeper. Still, to be safe if you're partial to anything you're wearing, or that blanket, it might be best to wear or use something else and to keep an eye on my hands while I sleep."

She nodded her head, looking down at her favorite jersey. That would have to be changed. No way was she losing her Brees jersey. He took her hand and she couldn't help but marvel at the softness of those feathers again. His hand came up to her arm, demonstrating the talons. Angels head looked down to observe.

"The tops are not that sharp. But, the bottoms and the tips are very sharp. So..."

She couldn't stop the goosebumps that rose over her arm at that light scratching. And she quickly grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze, mostly just trying to hide that embarrassing little reaction. "I-I'll be careful." She assured him, standing quickly. She tossed the comforter back onto her bed and strolled towards her dresser. She opened one of the drawers she pushed around a few articles of clothing before snatching up a plain black v-neck t-shirt. "I'll just be a moment." She said before slipping into the bathroom to change shirts.

Once inside she quickly tore off her jersey and pulled the other t-shirt over her head. She even went as far as to check her hair, which she assumed was a frizzy mess. It was wild, as usual, but not unbearable. She slipped back out, closing the door behind her so those little bunny slippers were still safely hidden away. Angel motioned for him to follow her, pausing only to grab the book off of her dresser as well as her ipod. Afterwards she climbed into her own bed, stuffing the pillows a bit under her back but ultimately laying down. She held the comforter up and smiled up at him.

"Make yourself comfortable." She said softly. Already she could feel her breathing speed slightly and her heart race. This was completely new for her, and most definitely what she had expected to be doing anytime soon.

[Vidar Anfinson]

"No way. My bed's large enough for the two of us."

Vidar shrugged, but said nothing. The bed worked just fine too, he just hadn't wanted to be the one to suggest it. That might have been too, awkward. She might have thought he meant something else. Pulling off his socks he balled them up and dropped them into the boots as Angel disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to change her shirt.

"I'll just be a moment."

Once she re-emerged from the bathroom she motioned for him to follow. Vidar yawned and stood, stretching his arms wide as he followed her in the direction of the bed. After checking his surroundings he also fully unfurled his wings and stretched them. It wasn't really until he stood up that he realized how sore he had gotten from sitting that long. Slowly he worked his shoulders and neck in small circles as Angel climbed into the bed and looked at him.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Ordinarily he would have probably noticed an uptick in Angel's pulse as she held her arm and the comforter out in his direction. Slowly, carefully, he slipped into the bed next to Angel not failing to notice that certain aspects of her were displayed far more prominently by the new shirt than they had been by the jersey. He looked at her for a moment, trying to figure out how to do as she had asked in a way that wouldn't make her uncomfortable. There weren't really all that many options that he could see.

"What would work best for you," he finally asked around a yawn, trying to be tactful so he wouldn't have to directly point out everything. Not that he was terribly averse to the idea of appropriating certain areas of Angel to serve as a pillow, she certainly seemed to have a pair of them built in and she was completely covered, more or less, but he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be uncomfortable with that arrangement.

[Angelica Jones]

Angel watched him quietly as he stretched his large frame. His wings unfurled and she resisted the urge to jump. "Oh my.." She whispered under her breath. She'd obviously seen he had wings, and of course to take such a large man into the air they would have to be rather large themselves. Still his wingspan was awe inducing. She watched him come neared and neared into the offered space she provided.

And then he was in her bed.

For a moment she kind of froze up. But now was not the time for that. She had offered this. She wouldn't go back on that offer. She met his eyes a moment before he asked "What would work best for you,"

She thought on that for a moment, trying to think of the least awkward position they could do this. If he laid his head on her stomach his feet were sure to hang off the bed. The lap would end up being terribly uncomfortable for her back. Which.. left... Them. She looked down, and sighed. The redhead scooted towards the middle of the bed. She gingerly motioned him to sit between her legs. If that wasn't awkward enough it soon would be. Angel couldn't seem to say the words. She thought about gingerly just pulling him to her but that didn't seem appropriate at all.

She smiled to herself and then avoided his eyes a moment before simply pointing at her chest. A soft blush teased the paleness of her cheeks and suddenly her mouth rambled. "If that's uncomfortable for you it's fine. But for me to repay the kindness of being a pillow you would need to be comfortable. If you slept against my stomach I'm afraid half of you would hang off the bed. Your head in my lap would end only in restless sleep as I would fidget too much..." She rambled. "If it's completely inappropriate I apologize.. It was not my intention." She continued.

On top of that she was unsure if he slept on his back, due to the wings, or not. So it could be even more awkward for him. "And I'll.. probably rest my arms on you so I can read.." She said in an even smaller voice, worried that this was headed towards a disaster.

[Vidar Anfinson]

"If that's uncomfortable for you it's fine. But for me to repay the kindness of being a pillow you would need to be comfortable. If you slept against my stomach I'm afraid half of you would hang off the bed. Your head in my lap would end only in restless sleep as I would fidget too much... If it's completely inappropriate I apologize.. It was not my intention."

Vidar yawned and thought for a split second. She seemed to want him to just climb right on up and between... things. Well, that wasn't happening. No, he'd lay to one side. There was no telling what might happen if he went there, he could resist temptation of course. But there was a limit. Still, he had to admit there was a certain logic in what she said and if she was fine with it he supposed it was ok. It wasn't like she was in a stringy bikini or anything.

"It's fine," he said, scooting a little bit closer to the redhead and trying to remember how it was that she had curled up with him earlier. Taking one of her arms he lifted it out of the way and pressed him chest against her warm and covered body, draping an arm over her stomach in the process.

Then he settled his head against her chest, and got comfortable, yawning again. It wasn't as if there was a great struggle to find a soft spot. Really, she seemed to be not much more than warm softness and he didn't have any problem with that. Once he had settled himself in he became aware that his head was resting on a combination of the t-shirt and Angel's skin. Still, he supposed that if the downy feathers were tickling her that she'd be squirming more.

All in all, he decided he was happy enough with how he had situated himself. He was comfortable if a bit less on his stomach than he usually preferred, she seemed to be, and he wasn't laying between her legs. Yawning a final time he pulled her a bit tighter against him in a hug, nuzzled his pillow closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep much faster than he would have thought.

[Angelica Jones]

Angel waited in silence for him to make his choice. Her jaw was tightly clenched as he moved closer. He lifted her arm, placing himself next to her. She realized then her earlier offer had been.. well not the brightest of suggestions. She had done something like this only once as a younger teen, before her mutation. Her niece had used her for a very adequate pillow, the five year old laying atop her forcing Angel to part her legs or be gouged by her pointy shoes. She was brought back to reality as Vidar's head rested against her bosom. Once again she felt her breath hitch and tried to still her heart. That wasn't embarrassing at all. But he didn't seem to notice one bit, something she was more than thankful for.

She sat still, her eyes watching him for a moment and trying not to giggle as his feathers tickled her flesh as he nuzzled her. She hoped, then, that he didn't move too much. Otherwise she was bound to wake him with laughter. He pulled her even closer and she unabashedly enjoyed the strength in that hug. And with a few moments of silence she was certain he was out. "Sleep well, Vidar." She said softly.

Angel ginger ran her hand over the side of his face, half smiling. Whether this was normal for people to do on their first two days of meeting or not she didn't care. This was nice. This felt safe. She enjoyed thoroughly, probably more than she ought to.

After all they weren't dating. Hell, they weren't even friends. That she was aware of. What a strange way to start her day, she thought before pushing one earbud in her ear and holding her book up with one hand. All the while her other hand brushed the feathers on his head and the curve of his back. She even lightly touched his wings. Petting them as she would have last night. Everything was peachy keen in Angels eyes. She was getting some reading done. There was a handsome man half naked and cuddling her, and did I mention the half naked handsome man cuddling her?

For a good two hours, maybe more, she carried on like this. It was comfortable by far, and though she had planned on going through more sheet music all day this seemed like a much more pleasing way to spend her time. She looked down at the sleeping avian, her head tilting a moment as he moved slightly. She could feel those feathers against her chest, silently giggling. But the talons against her stomach, slightly pulling against the fabric of her shirt caught her attention. One: because she could feel the actual points against her flesh which mean he had already ripped the shirt a bit. Two: it only reminded her of earlier as he'd drug those talons down her arm.

Causing an adverse reaction that was most definitely not appropriate.

Especially as he slept against her.

But his body had other plans as that hand moved, slicing the shirt a bit more as his hand moved. Her eyes widened, unsure if she should wave him due to the particular placement. Her head tilted downward, those talons resting halfway on the flesh of her chest and half on her shirt.

"Vidar.." She muttered, trying to simply nudge him. Of course he shifted again. She heard the unmistakable sound of fabric being cut and looked down to seeing half her...

"This is not good..." She said quietly, trying to shift herself enough to grab a bit of the blanket. Of course her movement only cause the feathers against her chest to tickle her, thus causing her to giggle quietly.

"Damnit." She said through clenched teeth.

[Vidar Anfinson]

It was Christmas morning and Vidar padded, barefoot, down the stairs and seated himself in front of the Christmas Tree and eyed the trio of presents that were beneath it. With his vision being what it was he could tell that every present under the tree had his name on it. Where they had all come he didn't know because he had already bought what he planned on getting himself for the holidays and he hadn't bothered to wrap those things. Yet, there was a small pile of presents beneath the tree. His eyes narrowed at them. What if one of them was a bomb? The would all need to be opened and carefully inspected.

Reaching out he selected the first present from the pile. Taking one talon he began to carefully trim the wrapping paper from it. As the paper fell to the floor the present was revealed to be a book. Slowly he thumbed through the pages of the tome before setting it aside. Nothing threatening there.

Moving on to the second he held the box to his ear and listened. It was definitely ticking. Again he repeated the process of carefully removing the paper from the box. A lot of people shredded wrapping paper, but the Norwegian tended to take his time. He'd learned in the past that exuberance and talons didn't mix all that well. What he unearthed was a clock box. He brought the box back to his face, close enough to touch, and then shook it. Didn't sound like a bomb, but best to open it just to be sure. Carefully he sliced into the box and looked inside. Yep, just a clock. No explosives.

Something seemed a bit off. It was definitely getting warmer. There was an easy solution to that problem. He flapped his wings lightly and threw the bathrobe he had on off of his body. That was much better, much cooler. What did it matter anyway? The only person in the house was him.

Finally he began to unwrap the last present. It was, most definitely, the largest and it looked a bit... well, a bit lumpy. Exercising the same care as before he removed the wrapping paper and looked down at what looked like a pillow in some kind of fur covered pillow case. He put the pillow to his face and listened. No ticking sound. He gave the pillow a few squeezes in several spots. It seemed ok. Finally, he rubbed his face against the fuzzy pillow case. Everything seemed in order. He sighed and looked around, there didn't seem to be anything else that was out of order or amiss.

Sighing in his sleep Vidar relaxed and went still once more, as the dream ended. His only movement being the rise and fall of his chest as he continued to breathe and doze blissfully.

[Angelica Jones]

Angel was at a loss for what she should do. One half of her.. Well she was showing. She couldn't quite reach the blanket and even as she did he didn't seem finished. His head firmly against her still covered, thankfully, part of her chest. She was trying to cover herself up when Vidars grip on the other side became much more insistent. Those talons snipped away very carefully, intentionally, while she watched in a mixture of terror and anticipation. The fabric fell away and his face pressed to her bare skin, causing a much different reaction that the ticklish giggle. She let out a little cry, and put her hands on his shoulder to steady herself and to try and push him away. She couldn't keep her body from reacting. After all the woman had never been touched in any sort of intimate way. So this was all rather new.

She finally grabbed the blanket, pulling it towards herself. Of course he would then flap those massive wings and send her only comforter across the room. This had to stop, but she had mixed feelings on the matter. Her cheeks flushed as his hands moved again. "O-Oh god.." She said softly, her voice thick with mixed emotions. "V-Vidar.." She choked out as his hands... and face moved in the opposite direction. One of those talons sliced the top of her shorts and her eyes rolled. "O-Oh my." She said snatching a pillow and placing it in between his body and hers. It gave her a moment to breath. Clear her head.

But clearing her head didn't quite work. Her hormones were churning and she bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound. And simultaneously his body stilled. She looked down at him, breathing heavily and aching from head to toe. She stared at him for a moment before scooting away and letting herself fall backwards to breath. Or at least try to breath. Angel gingerly covered herself up, peeking down at him.

"If that had only been his dream..." She muttered to herself, not bothering to finish the statement. Her hands reached for something, anything to cover herself, as he was still slightly on her. With no blanket and now missing a pillow she was missing most of her options. Finally she simply reached for the pillow, gingerly removing it to at least cover herself.

This would be interesting to explain..

Especially if she didn't regulate her breathing. Or the shake in her legs.

[Vidar Anfinson]

Over the course of the next several the avian mutant wiggled around until his head and arms were, once again, just about in their starting position from earlier. It wasn't quite a perfect realignment, but it was reasonably close. Slowly he finally began to come awake, though he kept his eyes closed. The longer he pretended to be asleep the longer he'd get to have a top heavy woman for a pillow. If this was the only time in his life this happened he intended to milk it for all it was worth.

As that thought ran through his mind he reflected that maybe that wasn't the best word choice, all things considered. He was glad he hadn't said anything out loud. Still, it would be rude to take up too much more time, no matter how comfortable he was at the moment. He imagined that Angel had better things to do with her day than babysit him.

Yawning he stretched his wings out and hugged Angel to him a bit tighter, eyes still closed. As he furled his wings back in he had a minor epiphany. Which quickly became a major epiphany. His face didn't seem to be resting on very much fabric, not very much fabric at all. The comforter also seemed to be missing. Quickly, eyes still shut, he did an inventory and tried to put together a mental picture.

His arms seemed to be wrapped around Angel's waist. He could feel one of his legs brushing up against his, so the odds were good he hadn't somehow moved his head into her lap. That left only one logical explanation, an explanation that was equal parts thrilling and distressing.

Something had happened to Angel's shirt. It was the only logical answer. Which mean his face was... yes. Well, that was both an incredibly appealing thought and one that was most uncomfortable. If he hadn't managed to alienate Angel before he was sure he had now, sleeping or not.

"What happened to your shirt," he asked somewhat groggily, spreading a wing out to cover Angel while he kept his eyes closed and, for the moment, didn't move. Better, at this point, to remain with his eyes closed and unmoving while information was gathered. As far as he was concerned he had managed to wander into, quite possibly, the most dangerous minefield in the history of ever and the safest thing to do in a minefield, generally speaking, was to remain still until rescued. So, other than moving the wing to provide her some cover he remained almost completely motionless other than to breathe and speak as needed.

[Angelica Jones]

Angel did her best to sit completely still as Vidar slept. She hadn't run for the hills as she had promised to be his pillow. Which meant that for now she was stuck feeling slightly uncomfortable, among other more... inappropriate things. In the next three or so hours of his slumber Angel was stuck to simply replay the actions of her companion. And that certainly didn't help slow her heart, or ease the ache. In fact it definitely made the ache worse. The woman closed her eyes, trying to push those images away and failing miserably. And all the while Vidar managed to place himself in nearly the same position they had begun. Though now Angel needed to move even less as there was much less fabric protecting her ticklish skin. She held the pillow with a death grip as his face found her chest.

Which meant he pillow was slightly lower than she had intended.

Of course moments later he seemed to be waking. He held her tighter and for a moment she allowed herself to once again enjoy the strength there. Those wings unfurled and green eyes watched them in awe. Well at least she knew he was waking up. Then again he had been asleep the last time those wings had flapped. She felt him still after a few moments, as if assessing his whereabouts without actually doing so. She realized then that he was probably painfully aware of her.. well her skin.

"What happened to your shirt,"

Her cheeks flushed a vibrant red and she reached for the strips that had been torn to near nothingness. The small redhead held them in her hand, over the wing he had provided for cover, and let it drop behind to land in his possession. "Y-You seemed to be dreaming.." Her tiny voice said, "I... couldn't wake you." She neglected to say that a part of her wouldn't wake him. Both out of politeness as well as something a bit more primal. She was a little surprised that he hadn't completely freaked out and jumped out of her bed.

Honestly she was more afraid he'd assume she planned such a thing. Like some harlot.

Angel was many thing, a harlot not being one.

"Um.." She started, crossing her arms over her chest, though those feathers of his wings were doing just fine. Still the closeness of something so soft on such a sensitive area... well she didn't want to become the harlot. "D-D-Did.. Did you at least sleep alright?" She asked nervously. After a few moments she finally sighed. "Sorry.. give me a second." She squeaked sliding out from under his grasp, and that was the most regrettable part. Had she still been clothed from the waist up Angel wouldn't have minded staying there all day.

Regardless of her enjoyment the short redhead bolted across the room and ripped open her drawer pulling the first shirt free. It was a tank top, but at least she was more covered than without a shirt at all. She threw the violet shirt on and took a breath to calm herself. At least that was until she looked down at the shorts that were half hanging off of her. He had cut the waistband so now they were doing their best to travel down her legs. She peeked back at him. He seemed to have his eyes tightly shut.

Angel opened another drawer and ripped out another pair of shorts before simply tearing her current ones all the way. She kicked the cloth away from her small body in her haste and pulled her gym shorts on. They were tighter than she would have liked but other than that her lounge clothes were.. well she didn't have people over often so she didn't have many that were more appropriate than this.

Angel slowly padded across the room back to him and hopped back into bed. She placed a soft hand on the top of his wing, trying to slowly lower it. "I'm clothed." She said softly. "Promise."

Once that embarrassing moment had ended, or lingered... She stared up at him, her face still a bright crimson. "I.. I suppose" She started, not finishing the statement. Truth be told she wasn't sure she wanted him to go. But of course they both had lives to lead and it wasn't her place to dictate what he did with his time.

[Vidar Anfinson]

"Y-You seemed to be dreaming... I... couldn't wake you. Um... D-D-Did.. Did you at least sleep alright?"

"Like the dead, apparently," the replied, his voice somewhat muffled since his face was still pressed against Angel's chest. She was certainly warm... and soft. "Sorry about your shirt, I tried to warn you." He tried to will himself to relax a little bit, but that wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do when your face was pressed into a woman's enormous chest. Still, he had to admit it wasn't the worst thing in the world. There were a lot of worse things he could think of, some of which he'd personally experienced.

"I feel a little like I'm in a minefield here. Still..." he was about to say he was not finding the experience to be all that distasteful, after all his wings had things covered and his eyes were closed, when Angel interrupted him.

"Sorry.. give me a second."

Vidar furled his wings back against his body and waited. He hadn't been told to get out or move or anything yet. So, he lay quietly on the bed and listened. The sound of drawers opening and shutting and, ripping fabric. Had he sliced up her shorts too? A few moments later he was aware that she had slid back into the bed with him. Apparently she wasn't too angry or upset, that was good.

"I'm clothed. Promise."

Slowly the Norwegian opened his eyes and took in what Angel was wearing now. The tank top was certainly an eye opener and he was unable to keep his eyes from opening a bit wider as he looked at the way it covered, or didn't cover, her generous amount of chest.

"I.. I suppose..."

"Well, alright," Vidar said, scooting closer to Angel and slipping his arms around her waist again as he retook his pillow spot having assumed her remark was meant as a precursor to resuming the position they had just been in. Once he was settled back in he spread a wing over her again and then rubbed at one of his shoulders that he'd slept a bit awkwardly on. "It's Saturday, I'm off I assume you are too since you're a teacher."