[OM] Wild Night

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet and I already knew I was not sleeping on my bed in my room, because my room does not smell like fresh linen. Not the actual fresh kind where laundry was just being washed. No, this was the kind from an aerosol can.

The second thing that I noticed was that I was not alone. I didn’t need to open my eyes to see the other person to know this either. The fact that I was cuddling into their warm body was indication enough for me. And judging by the steady rise and fall of their chest, I was willing to bet they were still asleep.

So while I was certain that I was sleeping with someone on their bed in their room at their house or apartment, I could not remember how I ended up in this situation. I shifted a tiny bit to feel that my clothes were still on, easing my mind of one of the crazy things that could have happened last night.

“Blake..?” a groggy voice called.

“Yang?” I asked, finally opening my eyes to see the blonde smiling down at me.

“How’re you feeling?” she asked, turning to the side briefly to let out a yawn.

“I-I’m... okay, I think? What happened? Why am I here? Why are we sleeping together?” the questions came pouring out.

“We didn’t do anything, if that’s one of the things you’re worried about. You passed out, and I brought you back to my place since it was closer.”

Yang slowly sat up and stretched. A nice, long stretch. In her sleepwear. Which consisted of a yellow tank top and gray boxers.

“Hey. Are you...okay?” she asked, waving a hand in front of my face. “You’re zoning out. Have trouble waking up in the morning?”

“What?” I startled, before realizing that I was staring at her. No, not staring. I was most probably ogling her. And as soon as I realized that, I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “No, I’m fine. I just... trying to catch up.”

“Right,” she replied, moving to leave the bed. She walked over to her closet to gather some clothes. “Sorry about the mess. Cleaning isn’t exactly my strong suit, and I’m not usually here enough to bother with it. You can wear these until I get you back.”

She held out a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans for me.

“What happened to my clothes?” I asked. “I can just re-wear them, right?”

“Well,” she rubbed her neck uncomfortably before picking up a button up shirt and pants that were very much shredded. And were very much mine. “You uh... you weren’t very fond of them last night.”

“I thought you said... I passed out,” I uttered in my mortified state. “How did that--how?”

She let the clothing pieces drop back onto the floor. “You were, when I was taking you back. You came to sometime around the time when I tried to tuck you into bed, but you weren’t exactly you. You were... not very fond of your restrictive clothing, so that ended well. Oh, but you seemed to like my pj pants, so that was good.”

I looked down and confirmed that I was indeed wearing pj pants that were not mine. “I’m so sorry. Did I do anything else?”

She picked up another shredded shirt. This time, one that I did not recognize, so my mind immediately presumed it to be hers.

“I did not...” I uttered disbelievingly. “I-- your shirt? Why would I...?”

“I think maybe you just weren’t very fond of restrictive clothing in general... on anyone,” she chuckled.

“I’m so, so, so sorry.” I could feel my face radiating heat.

“Don’t worry too much over it. I have the same exact shirt in about 3 other colors. I can just get another one.”

“How much was it? I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved away the subject. “I would, however, take a raincheck on you paying me back for a different matter.”

My brain stopped. It just stopped. I was too mortified about what I did already. I was not ready to find out that I did more than that.

“W-What did I do?”

She showed me her arms, which revealed scratch marks.

“I?” I mouthed, pointing to myself questioningly. I didn’t even have it in me to say it.

She gave me a lopsided grin and nodded, before lifting her tank slightly to reveal her belly. Her very flat and toned belly. With more scratch marks.

I covered my beet red face with my hands, unable to face the woman before me. No amount of apologizing will ever be enough for what I made Yang go through last night. None. How was I going to face this woman from now on? And I still have to somehow leave her room!

“Uh... Blakey? Are you okay? Do you want some water?”

“I’m so sorry, Yang. I don’t know what got into me. I have no idea how I’m ever going to make this up to you. Did it hurt?”

She chuckled, “I’ll take a raincheck on the making up part. As for this? This is nothing. But I gotta say... that is a side of you I never thought I’d see. So you like it rough, huh?”

“Please don’t tease me. This is mortifying enough as is.”

“Why don’t you go wash up? We can go out for breakfast after. And then, I’ll take you home,” she suggested.

“Okay,” I replied, taking the proffered clothing. “Thanks for taking care of me last night. And... yeah.”