Rested and refreshed

When you awake the next morning, you find yourself still in Siora's arms. She is still mostly asleep, but your rousing wakes her slightly. She releases you from her embrace and yawns, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. You sit up in the bed and stretch your arms and legs, which are quite stiff from being in one position all night. You look out the window and the bright morning sky welcomes you.

Your wake-up routine is interrupted, however, when the still half-awake Siora wraps an arm around your neck and lands a sloppy kiss right on your mouth. Your eyes go wide and you let out a small squeal as the bold action surprised you so early in the morning. The bold action makes you blush but it is not entirely unwanted and you soon return it. By the time the drowsy elf breaks the kiss, your face is completely red, and her face quickly mirrors yours as she realizes what she's just done.

"It's ok," you reassure her. "You must have had a nice dream about me last night." You smile and squeeze her hand to let her know you have no hard feelings about her actions.

"Yes, I slept quite well," she mumbles, trying futilely to regain her composure. She throws off the sheets and quickly jumps out of bed, wanting to move on from the embarrassing situation as quickly as possible. One thing that you notice, though, as she gets up is the glistening between her thighs as she rushes over to put some clothes on.

Not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it already is, you change the subject. "Siora, there's something I've been wondering since yesterday..."

"What is it?" she replies as she picks out a blouse and hurriedly throws it on.