After a long night hosted outside, and the plumes of smoke from mostly friendly dragons had dissipated you were doing, Gods knows what I’m Xadens room.

Xaden was in some sweatpants and fixing his hair in the mirror, while you tipsily stumbled and mumbled to yourself. “I want a pillow over there.” You declare, “it’s too… not pillow-y.” You frown and pout.

“It’s..” You can’t remember the word.

“Bare? Empty?” Your boyfriend guesses, a smirk of pure amusement and a sliver of adoration in his onyx eyes as he saunters over, slipping two calloused hands on your waist.

“Mm,” You ponder and nod after a moment. “Yeah. Empty.” He smiles, teasingly and nods, faux seriousness on his handsome features. “Well I’ll make sure to fix that.”

You mucked around his room a little more, talking to both him and yourself, as one does. “How drunk are you?” He flicks through pages of a book you’d bought him. He glances up with a brow raised.