The Morning After

The next morning, Ezra crawled out of bed early. Oberyn was laying face-down on the pillow, drooling - he looked far too comfortable to stir. 

He didn't even remember falling asleep, but he was certainly embarrassed - the two young men had shared a bed together, both of them completely naked. 

His face was beet-red as he dressed and got ready for the day. He left the room quietly, not wanting to disturb Oberyn, but it seemed the Nephilim was quite a heavy sleeper.

"Had a good night, huh?"

Ezra nearly jumped out of his skin. 

"What are you doing over here?" Ezra hissed, trying to keep quiet.

Rav shrugged. "It's MY pagoda, lest you forgot. I go where I please."

The Ferin was dressed well today - an exquisite pale blue haori, trimmed in white. It seemed all of his wardrobe were kimonos.