Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
For one awful moment, there had been nothing, and Rosalie had closed her eyes, disappointed. But then there was the sound of feet hitting the floor and the warmth of a body between her and the counter and when she quickly snapped them back open, all she could see was his happy, human face. She smiled into the kiss when he gave it to her, enjoying the feel of success and real, soft lips.
Several seconds later, she drew back to look at him, her eyes following the hand on her face down to bare shoulders. She blinked and the surprise must have registered on her face. It made sense, vaguely, that he wasn't wearing any clothes, but she hadn't thought about it at all before she had kissed him. "Um." Rosalie averted her eyes. "I'll be right back." Almost without thinking, she touched his cheek softly and smiled, but she just as quickly remembered herself and darted away into her bedroom.
She was back in less than thirty seconds, holding a white dress shirt and clean boxers, both clearly men's. "Here you go." She offered them to him before turning around and leaning against the counter so that Stephan could change.
Rosalie didn't voice what she was thinking: that whatever he might have thought, he still had a princess somewhere and it wasn't her.