[Dafydd hadn't had a night like that in a long time. Not so subtle flirting, drinking, dancing—that was a little more normal. But when Tris had asked Day to go home with him, it had sparked something beneath the tipsy haze. Sex with another witch was always, always, worth it, especially someone so receptive to it as Tris had been. Magical touches mingled with physical ones, and the intimacy shared went so much deeper even if it was only for the night. And it was an intimacy Dafydd had kind of been lacking until Max and Tris had quite literally stumbled into his life. Maybe Max regretted getting his ass tattooed on that fateful night, but Day couldn't help being grateful for it. He'd been feeling a little empty in Los Angeles without magical friends, the feeling akin to being in a coven again.
As he slowly woke up in the unfamiliar bed, he anchored himself in the warm body behind him. The previous night came flooding back to him, as did a hangover he quickly did away with a spell and the flare of one of his many tattoos focused on healing. There was no hesitation as he smoothed his hand over Tris' arm that had draped over his waist, curing the cause of his hangover before he could heal it. The magic didn't stop there, though, as he slowly filled him with a feeling of calm contentedness. It was meant as a thanks for the night before, and maybe the start of a lazy morning together. He could hear the patter of rain against the window and decided, for many reasons, that he'd like very much not to rush out of the house.
It was that thought that had him carefully turning in Tris' arms so he could face him and press a soft kiss to his neck. Even though he looked so peaceful, Day couldn't help the temptation to let his hands wander, bringing warmth with them that was more than just body heat. It wasn't the same as the holy light Tris controlled, but it was something of an echo of it as it soothed possibly sore muscles and relaxed any tension he came across. He let his hand wander down his body, skirting his length though he smirked when he felt the hardness there. Well good morning, Tristan.]
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As he slowly woke up in the unfamiliar bed, he anchored himself in the warm body behind him. The previous night came flooding back to him, as did a hangover he quickly did away with a spell and the flare of one of his many tattoos focused on healing. There was no hesitation as he smoothed his hand over Tris' arm that had draped over his waist, curing the cause of his hangover before he could heal it. The magic didn't stop there, though, as he slowly filled him with a feeling of calm contentedness. It was meant as a thanks for the night before, and maybe the start of a lazy morning together. He could hear the patter of rain against the window and decided, for many reasons, that he'd like very much not to rush out of the house.
It was that thought that had him carefully turning in Tris' arms so he could face him and press a soft kiss to his neck. Even though he looked so peaceful, Day couldn't help the temptation to let his hands wander, bringing warmth with them that was more than just body heat. It wasn't the same as the holy light Tris controlled, but it was something of an echo of it as it soothed possibly sore muscles and relaxed any tension he came across. He let his hand wander down his body, skirting his length though he smirked when he felt the hardness there. Well good morning, Tristan.]