WHO Will Scarlet, Melpomene WHEN: Sunday night/Monday morning WHERE Will and Alan’s place WHAT Late-night conversations WARNINGS Swears
Melpomene shivered in the light of the fridge. Maybe she should have searched around in the dark for something warmer than Alan’s shirt, but she hadn’t wanted to risk waking him. For a long time she had lain awake, her eyes closed, her hand resting on the arm that was draped across her, relishing the feeling of being held and knowing she had to move and end it.
She’d been as delicate as she could when she’d slid out of his bed, and he made a soft sad little noise and reached his arm across the empty space in the bed she’d created. If she didn’t need to pee so badly, she would have woken him up to make love to him again. It felt so good to be the thing that someone she loved reached for in the dark.
Once she’d taken care of her bladder, her stomach piped up, and she’d padded quietly toward Alan’s kitchen to find something to eat. They’d had the house to themselves all evening – she thought – since Will’s door had been shut and there hadn’t been a peep out of him, so she was unselfconsciously humming a melody (one of hers? Alan’s?) while she raided their fridge, popping open a tupperware container to check the contents.