<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waking up<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The realization that she was still fully dressed was quickly overwhelmed, even in her morning-muzzy mind, by the realization that her hand was cupping something warm and soft.<br/><br/>A breast.<br/>Not her own.<br/><br/>Freezing, not daring to breathe Eiryn very, very slowly drew her hand back, listening for any movement from Isis. She seriously hoped her pal hadn't noticed she was being groped in her sleep- that was like,<strong>so</strong>tacky.<br/><br/>On the other hand...the artist had slept very, very well.  Oh, she wasn't gonna chalk it up to some 'soul mate at last' bullshit, but for sure spending time with the gorgeous (and troubled) baker had calmed her down quite a bit- and of course cuddling up against somebody never hurt.  If she hadn't just wrecked everything with her wandering hands, this could be a real good morning.<br/><br/>Brushing her lips lightly over her buddy's cheek, she glanced at the clock- 6 AM. Good. Isis (Aria? she wasn't sure which name she liked better) probably needed to get to work. Shit, did she have<em>anything</em>in the place for breakfast?  Well, there was coffee, and she knew a good diner. Slowly, she uncurled and headed for the kitchen to start water boiling.