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Who: Celaena and Damian
What: Celaena wakes up to a surprise from her dreams
Where: Celaena’s bedroom
When: The day after Thanksgiving
Rating: Low
Status: Complete


Celaena was toasty warm and snuggled up in her blankets, reluctant to wake up. She had absolutely no intention of moving. Grumbling softly as she shifted, she felt Damian’s arm over waist, his hips pressed into her rear and their legs tangled together. She never wanted to move and currently she had no plans to. Pressing herself back against Damian, she settled down to doze off again when she felt movement by her feet. “Mmm...don’t move, ‘m comfy,” she grumbled against him, assuming it was Damian moving and wiggling back against him.

Thanksgiving dinner with Celaena’s parents hadn’t been as bad as Damian had been expecting. He’d thought that it would be awkward, considering he’d only met her parents a handful of times and they had never spent too much time together so Thanksgiving dinner would be the most time he’d spent with her parents and it had been surprisingly not awkward, which had been nice. Her parents were so different from Alyssa’s mother, which had made it even less awkward.

Spending the night with her parents in the house had been a little awkward, but Damian tried not to think about that. The next morning, Damian had been fast asleep until he felt Celaena moving around and snuggling closer to him, “...not moving.” He mumbled into her hair as he pulled her closer, unaware that there was movement at the end of the bed.

“Yeah you are,” Celaena smiled sleepily. “Moving your little feet under the blanket, trying to play footsie first thing?” she asked, giggling and pushing her ass against him as she did. However a snuffling noise at the foot of her bed made her pause, her eyes popping open as she went stiff against Damian. “Damian, do you hear that?” she asked, not moving from her lying position.

“I’m not trying to play footsie,” Damian was pretty sure his girlfriend was going crazy because his feet get nowhere near hers. “You’re the one I should be telling to stop.” He was going to have to go take a cold shower if she kept at it. When she stilled, his eyes opened a crack to try and see what she was on about, “Huh? I didn’t hear anything.”

Celaena frowned and leaned up on her elbow from her cosy position to look down at the end of the bed. “Some sort of killer assassin you are babe,” she said pointedly, staring down at the puppy at the end of her bed. “Or did you buy me a Thanksgiving present?” she asked over her shoulder with a grin.

“I’m only an assassin when there’s a threat.” And whatever Celaena had heard or felt didn’t warrant assassin mode as far as Damian was concerned. Unsure of exactly what she was talking about, he finally turned onto his back and pushed himself up on his elbows, “What are you talking about?” As his eyes fell upon the puppy, they widened slightly, “Where did that come from?” Last he’d checked Celaena hadn’t had a puppy the night before.

At hearing their voices, the dog’s ears pricked up and it looked towards her. As the dog got up, stretched and padded towards her, Celaena recognised her. “Fleetfoot?” she frowned, giggling as the dog came up to her and started licking her face and wagging her tail. Celaena smiled over at Damian while fussing the dog. “This is Fleetfoot from my Dreams,” she told him. “She must have...appeared from my Dreams last night,” she grinned.

Damian watched as the dog ran up to Celaena and he ran a hand through his messy black hair, “You had a dog in your dreams? Where does one get a dog in a medieval setting?” He didn’t think that they had shelters in the era that Celaena’s dreams took place in.

“I did. Dorian, who was the prince I was Champion for, bred her and gave her to me as a gift. She was the runt of the litter and they would have killed her for not being useful, but he knew I loved dogs so…” Celaena shrugged and smiled as she thought about her friend Dorian and fussed the dog. “I guess I have a dog now…” she grinned over at Damian.

“Of course she was a gift from the prince.” He smirked at her, wanting her to know that he wasn’t jealous, “And what else did the prince give you?” Damian reached out towards the puppy, letting her sniff his fingers before he scratched her head, “Are your parents going to be okay with this? And how are you going to explain it?”

“Dorian gave me a way out of the salt mines,” Celaena deadpanned in response, pausing for dramatic effect. “And he gave me amazing dresses and shoes,” she smiled over her shoulder at him cheekily before nudging his shoulder with hers. She kissed him on the lips quickly before returning her attention to the puppy in front of them. “I...guess they’ll be ok with it? I mean, it’s not like I’m going to give her up,” she shrugged, smiling at the dog as she looked up at her. “Explanations? Well, I guess I could say she was a stray or something? What do you think?”

“As far as gifts go, I guess your freedom is a pretty hard one to top,” Damian smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to her shoulder, “Although, I might be able to top the dresses and shoes.” He winked and scratched the dog’s head again, “You could say that someone else at the theater had her and couldn’t keep her?”

“Not getting jealous of my Dream-world white knight are you?” Celaena teased, leaning into him before looking back at the dog who was smiling up at her. “Now that definitely sounds like a more believable story,” she agreed, smiling happily down at the dog. “Hey Fleetfoot, I never thought I’d see you here girl,” she grinned then pressed a loving kiss to the dog’s head. Things were looking up.