Hey Guys,

I am expecting to have the next Chapter up in a few days, it's probably going to be around 8,000 words and I'm at 6,300 now :)
I was writing it last night and it started getting pretty heavy and so I decided to have a small break from Plot and unleash some of my pent up fluff.

This extra was inspired by the current state of the world and my desire to write my two favorites in a modern setting. Its been a while since I have taken them out of the context of an APK setting so this was quite fun.

I was also inspired by these two songs which I'll link below. The first is 'Fly me to the moon', and the second is 'Falling in Love with You', both edited to sound as though they are playing in another room. I highly recommend you listen with headphones while reading, it really sets the tone <3

Much love to you all, I hope you are all staying safe & are feeling okay, mentally/physically with the current state of affairs. Whatever situation you've found yourself in.

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Extra | April 2020

The one where Circe finds herself in lock-down and doesn't know how to feel about it. Obsidian reminds her what is important.

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Circe woke up feeling a little lonely. The bed was cold beside her and rain thundered down against the windowpane outside.
She shivered, drawing the covers in around herself, blinking sleepily at the half-opened curtain. The rain slid mesmerizingly down the glass beyond and she watched it for a while as she roused herself fully from her slumber.
The mass of blankets on top of her slowly warmed her body and she snuggled down a little deeper.

It was late into the first week of their isolation and she still did not feel wholly comfortable with the situation.
Although she had assured herself that she was already doing her part by remaining at home, although she had many projects she could immerse herself in, although she should be grateful that she still had her job and a regular pay-check, she still could not shake this restless anxiety that nibbled at her body, setting her on edge.
Was the world going to look the same when she and everyone else emerged after four weeks from their respective bubbles? She wasn't sure. And it made her uneasy in ways she found difficult to put into words.

At some point she became aware of music playing in the room beyond. He was listening to classics again today, Frank Sinatra; she recognized the tune.
The thought of him dragged her from their bed, motivating her to find her dressing gown and wrap it around her body. She was still wearing socks. It had been cold last night, and he kept complaining that her feet were like ice blocks.

Her bedroom door opened with a click and the music became a little louder as she entered the hallway. She could see the light gleaming under the door and could practically feel the heat in the room beyond. He would have the fire going, she was sure.

She reached for the living room door, opening it with a silent yawn. As she had suspected, the warmth was enveloping. In the hearth opposite, a log crackled and sunk deeper into the fire with a roar. He must have been up for some time.
She closed the door behind her and found him on the couch, his body spread languidly across the black leather upholstery.

He was reading a crime novel she had just finished recently and recommended to him. He was a fast reader and a picky one, but he must have been enjoying it because he was already halfway through.

One toned arm was folded behind his head propping it up, his long legs stretching to rest his feet on the low wooden coffee table, ankles crossed neatly. The remnants of a black coffee sat just out of reach of his left foot.

Even in the morning he exuded the casual elegance that she so adored and, as it often did, the mere image of him made her heart ache with the love she felt, the feeling swelling and creating a lump in her throat.
Would he ever stop being so beautiful to her? She didn't think so.

This morning especially, she simply wished to be close to him. She felt a small twinge of jealousy towards the book that had drawn him from their bed and deprived her of the pleasure of waking up, wrapped in his embrace.

He had not noticed her just yet, so she studied him a little longer, drinking in his features possessively. Her eyes lingered a little over the slight crease in his brow that grew a little deeper as he continued to read. She ached to press a kiss upon it, to smooth it away with her fingertips.
A maddening hunger rose within her, warming her more than the fire ever could.

Obsidian looked up then, glancing towards her from under thick black lashes and she was momentarily breathless as his golden eyes settled fully on her face, consuming her wholly. The book he was holding fell closed in one hand, dropping to bump against his chest as he studied her with a predatory glint in his eyes. 

Without breaking eye contact he tossed the book onto the coffee table with casual grace, his other arm still folded behind his head.
One curl of ink black hair escaped with the movement, falling wickedly across his forehead. His free hand raised, and he crooked a finger towards her.

"Come here Darling." He uttered, his voice a velvet sin. 

She obeyed him willingly and sunk into the strong arms that opened for her, enfolding her firmly in his embrace.
His large hands ran powerfully over her back, his lips pressing hot against her fingers, her hair, her face. He smelled delicious.

"When did you wake up?" His rich voice murmured into her ear as he nuzzled her cheek tenderly.
She felt his stubble, scratching gently against her skin and the satisfied rumble he gave- as she trailed her fingers across his broad shoulders, vibrated in her chest also.

She hummed and pushed herself up slightly so that she could see him better. "Only about five minutes ago." Her face slipped into an easy pout, "The bed was cold," she said, a little accusingly.

"Oh Kitten," he crooned, gathering her up against him, the smug satisfaction in his voice obvious. "Did you miss me?"

She knew he was waiting for her to deny it so he could tease her more, but she was still too sleepy for his games.

"Yes," she said, her eyes slightly forlorn in their honestly, "I feel a little lonely this morning."

He had not been expecting her reply, she could tell by the way his golden eyes darkened as he stared at her.
Slowly he dipped his head to pull a kiss from her lips, soft and unhurried. She felt a little breathless but he did not let her escape until he was satisfied and when he finally pulled away she could see his desire smouldering like hot coal under his skin.

"Mm," his voice was husky when he spoke, "I am here now my Love. You do not need to feel alone."

She snuggled in a little closer to him, turning her head so that she could watch the rain falling outside. "I know," she whispered softly. The music in the background had changed again and this time Elvis mused through the speakers. "I just want to stay here with you."

"As you wish, Princess." His hand stroked a soothing rhythm on her back, and he jostled her for only a moment as he found a cushion to prop behind his head instead, freeing up his other arm to snag back the book he had tossed aside earlier.
His legs parted a little further on either side of her, allowing her body to nestle in the gap between, her head finding a comfortable dip in his chest.

She felt him sigh and the soft weight of a blanket fell over her back. She felt as though she were encased by his warmth. She listened to the soft rustling of paper as he found the page he had been reading. 
There was a gentle motion as he settled himself again, before his free hand rested back down upon her head and his fingers began to pull languidly through her curls.

"Sleep," he murmured to her, "if that is what you desire. This time I will be here when you wake."

She hummed in reply, letting her eyelids slide half closed, still partially entranced by the falling rain outside.
She felt the vibration in his chest as he began to hum absentmindedly to the music. He had a lovely voice, rich and deep and his presence soothed her, calming her worries for the time being.

What was important is that they were here together. And if she was with him, that would always be enough.

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