The Hangover

Romulus wasn't blind to the condition Lillith was in. He saw her struggling to stand and walk, saw her drinking greedily from the spring just like he had, and the general look of nausea and discomfort on her face. He also saw the hobble in her back legs, but he couldn't feel too bad about that. If anything, he actually felt a little proud that they'd had each other the ways they had. A wry smirk slowly crept across his lips as memories of Lillith wrapped around him and on top of him played back in his mind. Her reactions, her sounds, her expressions... Roman was brought out of his lustful daydreaming when Lil turned back to him once more, grinning at him with a blush on her pallid cheeks. His heart missed a beat while he gazed over her beauty, looking positively radiant in the moonlight and with this pleasured, satisfied glow about her. She confessed that last night had been the best of her life as well, and the larger brute couldn't resist the grin creeping across his face.

Once more, Lillith expressed her thanks that he was still alive and with her to share this experience with him. Roman's expression softened and he padded up to his girlfriend once more, wrapping her up in his strong embrace. "Hey, I told you I wasn't going anywhere," he said in hushed tones, as if telling her a secret only for her ears. Silver muzzle tipped down to kiss the bridge of her nose gently. "I'd never lie to you. I'm always gonna be here for you. I love you, Lil." He held her like that for a while, just savoring the feel of her warm, soft body tucked up against his, his heart beating strong and steady in his chest right beside her cheek. He reluctantly pulled away after some time, giving her a once over before smirking and gently sliding his body beneath hers. "Hang on, Lady Adravendi. I'm carrying you back to bed." Roman shifted his weight once she was across his back to let her settle over his bulk, and once she was holding on to him, he began the walk back to home.

The road back to the Hallows seemed longer not he return trip—or maybe that was just the hangover making everything seem so much worse than it was. Romulus was quiet most of the way back, happily reflecting on the night they'd shared and the way their relationship had evolved, but also trying to prevent from hurling with the way his upset stomach churned. By the grace of the gods, he somehow eventually made it back to the castle with Lillith on his back, stumbling through the gate and gardens towards the doors. "What'dya think the odds are we get to bed unnoticed?" he asked Lil with a devilish grin on his face, sauntering up the terrace and through the main doors. So long as Ulric didn't notice them trying to slip back in, perhaps they could play off their sneaking out as never happening. Then he wouldn't have to try to explain to the former alpha how he and his little girl had gotten drunk and fucked each other under the stars all night long.

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