Having gotten incredibly used to having a snuggly warm female body pressed up against him of late, Bes offered no reaction other than an unconscious cuddle back when he felt an arm drape over him. In fact, he might have even started to nuzzle into the sweet-smelling stretch of skin at his partner's throat. When the Spanish cry of alarm erupted, though, he immediately froze and held himself very, very still.
Erato did not curse in Spanish. Maybe ancient Greek when he was very, very good to her but...
An ice pick of nerves in his stomach, Bes opened one green eye to study the unknown woman sharing his bed... And chained to him... And in her nightgown. A full five seconds passed and then his brain kicked in and he just barely managed to bite back his own "carajo!" before he rolled frantically to one side and grabbed at the blanket to cover himself.
Keeping himself firmly facing away from the woman, he drew a deep breath. "... I'm sure this isn't what it looks like... Right?"
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Date: 2013-05-02 06:46 am (UTC)Erato did not curse in Spanish. Maybe ancient Greek when he was very, very good to her but...
An ice pick of nerves in his stomach, Bes opened one green eye to study the unknown woman sharing his bed... And chained to him... And in her nightgown. A full five seconds passed and then his brain kicked in and he just barely managed to bite back his own "carajo!" before he rolled frantically to one side and grabbed at the blanket to cover himself.
Keeping himself firmly facing away from the woman, he drew a deep breath. "... I'm sure this isn't what it looks like... Right?"