Who: Lance and Zania
Where: Zan & Clementine’s House
When: Pre-dawn
Warnings: NSFW
Banished to the couch, Lance had eventually fallen asleep, mostly out of boredom than anything else. He wanted to head back to Zania’s room, but he had a feeling that Clementine might make rounds, just to make sure that Lance was where he belonged, so he stayed put. And by morning he was out cold, one arm over his eyes, blanket twisted around his feet, shirt pushed up his stomach.
Zania came in just before dawn, tired from a night of working, but not quite wound down yet. She’d had a lot on her mind, but it was better than most nights, and she thought that maybe, if she worked at it, she could turn a new leaf. She started to head back towards her room when she noticed Lance on the couch sleeping. Dropping her bag by the door, she came over to the couch and looked down at him with a small smile. That stomach was too tempting not to touch and she lightly ran her fingers over his skin, aware of how much cooler she was than him.
The cool touch had Lance jolting out of sleep, waving towards whatever was touching him to get it to go away. “God damn ghost, no!” He blinked twice before realizing it was Zania and dropping back on the couch. “Thank god.”
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