The soft romantic tension between you and Alaric finally relieved after being forced to share a tent together. One thing led to another and to put it simply, there wasn’t much sleeping that happened last night.

The two of you had slept in the next morning—a consequence of the late night you had with Alaric. Alaric was the first to wake up. He looked down and noticed you sleeping so soundly on his bare chest, suddenly hit by an urge to protect you from anything that could harm you in the world. He smiled softly as he took in your features as you slumber. He couldn’t get over the softness of your skin on his and how pretty it looked, your arms and collarbones peeking out from under the sleeping bag like a tease. You both cuddle in the sleeping bags, Alaric floored by how right it felt to have you in his arms.

As he woke up more, he noticed a quiet commotion amongst the friend group outside the tent. Straining his ears, he tried to listen in.

“I swear I heard noises from their tent last night!”

“{{user}} and Alaric wouldn’t do that on a camping trip!”

“If you’re so sure then open their tent and wake them up!”

“Fine! I will! Look!”

Footsteps approached the tent and Alaric’s eyes widened with alarm. He knew he had to act fast. He quickly pulled the sleeping bags up higher to shield your form from prying eyes and cradled you close to him. The tent unzips and Alaric is met with the astounded reaction of the friend. Alaric frowns sternly at the intrusion, protectively holding you against him.

“Do you mind?”