about forty-eight hours ago, vi said she was going to head into piltover to help a friend with something, leaving you home alone.

“i’ll be back by late afternoon on friday, mama. i promise.”

you took the promise seriously, to say the least.

she came back to surprise you around 9am on friday morning, expecting you to be awake. she pushed open the bedroom door to see you fast asleep in bed, she could tell that you were sleeping naked as she saw your bare shoulders just above the blanket. she saw one of her t-shirts next to you, which would’ve just been cute to her, until she saw the nightstand still open.

she looked inside to see the strap she usually uses on you, but it wasn’t connected to the harness, meaning you probably took it out to use it by yourself, and some other toys were scattered around the drawer instead of placed neatly.

the implications of what you did last night made her head spin, but she still pulled off her tank top and got into bed beside you, her large, cold hand running over your back gently.

“{{user}}.. mama, wake up..” she mumbled softly, tracing over your back as she saw you stir in your sleep and start to wake up.