You see both Anastasia and your uniform

What you were not expecting nor prepared for was where you saw those two things.

You remembered the layout of her room from the last time you were here so looking at lounge assuming it would be draped for easy grabbing but it wasn't there.

Your next thought was the dresser. You remember there being one by her bed and maybe she had decided to leave it there. It wasn't there. You looking did however reveal where your uniform was.

In the low light it took a moment to differentiate it from the colour of her bed sheets but after that moment it stood out. Anastasia was still asleep, curled on her side and your uniform top was draped over her as a makeshift blanket. You blinked a few times to confirm that is what you are seeing then thought about Clare belief that Anastasia was going to try sleeping with you before she had arrived in the capital. You'd kinda skipped over the details of that comment until this moment.

Watching Anastasia shift in her sleep pulling your top up to her nose and breathing deeply before settling some things started to coalesce in your mind. All of your encounters with her that dipped into deepening your relationship, the regular flirting, the entire thing before she had sent you off to Vatarie. "I am not a smart man." You say it out loud softly enough that you hope it doesn't wake Anastasia while also feeling like not saying it would be an attempt to obfuscate this obvious fact.

When no voice is spontaneously conjured to say 'ya think' you turn and try to leave the room.

You take a step

*Creak*

The loudest creaking of wood that could possible happen. You wonder if that was Clare. Anastasia doesn't wake up, or at least she doesn't let on that she has woken up so you take another step.

*CREAK*

Earning an even louder creak. You bite your tongue gently to stop yourself from vocally complaining, yet Anastasia sleep through it.

You are glad she is a deep sleep.

"FUCKING CREAK*

"I haven't even moved yet." You complain louder than the all the creaking put together.

"Christopher?" Anastasia asks sleepily from behind you. "Why are you in my room?"

You don't turn around and wonder if Clare will be fucking with you a lot from now on, or if she is just trying to make use of that contact spell she put on you. Probably the latter considering her apparent maturity, or lack of anyway.

"Good morning Ana," you are cut off by a softer creak you feel was unnecessary. "I was just coming to get my uniform, Blue said it was here."

"Blue said ..." She trialed off as she no doubt looked down at said uniform currently on her. "And you thought you would just barge into my room and take it?" You heard rustling as she got out of bed, also the sound of clothes being thrown out of view.

"Your bodyguard said I am always aloud into your room." You say still not turning around as the sound of her getting dressed covered any further creaks.

"Yes of course." She says hurriedly, "I don't know why Blue said your uniform was here Black and White must have put it somewhere."

The double lie was surprising, you thought she was a better at it, though this isn't really the time for her to be at her best. "Right I'll go ask them." You walk to the door and as you hold the handle you consider the likelihood of the door actually opening for you.

"Wait." Anastasia says taking your chance to find out. "Since you are here." You hear a heavy thud and turn a little worried for her. She is sitting on her bed blinking mid yawn. "We should talk about," she is cut off by another yawn as her head lulls. She is wearing a robe that isn't fully closed and the fact that is all she is wearing is hard to ignore. Maybe even hard by the fact she just stretched pulling her robe open and exposing her chest. "about ..." She yawned again and looked more than ready for more sleep.

"We can talk later." You say trying to not look at her perfectly formed milky white chest with invitingly pink areola slowly hardening in the gentle morning chill.

"No we should talk," another yawn, "now." Her head is lulling and seeing her struggling to stay awake you walk over.

"You should sleep you haven't recovered you magic yet." You gently grab her shoulders and lay her down lifting her feet onto the bed.

"Can I sleep on your thighs." She asks blinking up at you with a faint smile.

"Maybe later." You say as you are not really in a position for her to be anywhere near your crotch right now.

"But I want to." She complains grabbing your sleeve. You can see your other uniform sitting on the edge of her bed, she hadn't done a good job of hiding it. Reaching for it puts you over Anastasia and she reaches up to grab you pulling you down so your head is against her chest.

Well this isn't a bad position to be in all things considered. But other things considers you don't want to stay here until she wakes up again. Pulling your other uniform over you rest it by her head. "Here."

She lazily takes it and lets you go, bundling it up and pulling it against her chest. "I lost your con," she trails off.

"What?"

"Lost your ****," she trails of again as she falls into unconsciousness.

"Yeah I know," you reach up to brush some red hair from her face, "and I'm still here." You say it to yourself since you know she can't hear you. Saying it out loud feels weird. The contact didn't have any power over you, you made sure of that, Anastasia had the power but honestly that had been getting thinner and thinner as time goes on. "Against common sense, I am sticking by you." You feel a warmth for her rising in your chest.

You let out a deep breath and get up from the bed. "Christopher." Anastasia mumbles making you freeze, was she awake for that? Was this just an act to get you to drop your guard. "Can I sleep on your thighs?" She starts snoring gently.

Or not.

You leave her room and the estate. You went there for Edin and your uniform and neither goal has been accomplished, yet you do feel like this has been a productive trip.

Now for your morning routine. As you walk you feel your magic. You'd been avoiding doing so until now because well, it wasn't so bad being not the new you for a few days. You laugh at that, inside of two weeks you've been on every side of that feeling. Well except for faking being weak while actually strong.