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The Next Morning
The next morning, Delia slowly wakes up, her head feeling a bit foggy and her body all kinds of numb. There's an odd thought that something happened last night, but she can't quite place what it was...
Gillian lays besides Delia, an arm draped over her as she seems to have fallen asleep at some point while watching over Delia.
Delia mm's warmly as she realizes who is on top of her. "Hey, sleepyhead. Good morning~", she whispers.
Gillian hums at first, then startles herself awake, "Ah! Delia?! Are you okay? Oh gosh, I feel asleep!"
Delia blinks a couple of times: "Am I... Oh! Oh darn I really did it, didn't I?" She blushes, smiling sheepishly: "H-hope it wasn't too horrible... "
Gillian takes a moment to get her bearings, then sighs, relaxing back down into bed as she smiles at Delia, "You did... and it wasn't. I was just worried about you."
Delia smiles, leaning her head towards Gillian: "G-good. I mean, I did kinda know you'd be okay, b-but... Those kinda nagging thoughts, you know?"
Gillian nods, "You were beautiful... not just as your human self, but the whole way through... Even the change... i-is that weird?"
Delia shrugs: "W-well, most maybe would not agree, but I'm glad you think so." She sighs: "K-kinda a weight off my chest, knowing that."
Gillian smiles, leaning over to peck Delia, "I'm glad you feel better about it. I would love you no matter what you looked like. Though, if you ever feel so crazy as to want to do that again, I want to help you a little more than just holding your hand."
Delia hums, thinking: "Well... There may be something..." She turns to Gillian, leaning to the kiss: "... But that's later if anything. Right now I just want to love you~"
Gillian sighs, but gently leans in closer, getting herself into a cozier position than her unintended nap left her. "...that, I can provide."
Delia nuzzles the Faun: "You know that's a bigger help than anything else right now." Her stomach growls loudly and the corgi blushes: "Well um. Besides maybe breakfast."
Gillian giggles, "Breakfast I can also do. I can't imagine a transformation that hard doesn't use up a lot of energy, so lets do something carb heavy, hm?"
Delia grins: "You won't hear a no from me." She licks Gillian's cheek before shifting enough to start getting up.
Gillian blushes at the lick, turning to watch Delia for a moment and simply admire her with a happy grin, before she too gets out of bed. "I love you, Delia. ...simple as that, really."
Delia giggles: "I think we've had enough complications in our lives without making love one of them." She takes Gillian's hand in her paw: "Lead the way, beautiful."
Gillian nods, squeezing Delia's paw just a little as they head out of the bed room and into the kitchen, her smile growing as she gets into her element, sorting out some ingredients to make pancakes, "True enough."
Delia sits at the small table, leaning on it as Gillian does her magic: "I'm not often right, but I think I got this one."
Gillian giggles, "I can't speak for past decisions, but you've been more right than wrong as far as I've ever seen."
Delia shrugs: "Maybe you've just been blinded by love and I'm in reality a complete disaster." She smirks.
Gillian sets about stirring the batter, humming, "Could be. Could be that I'm the mistake and you're blinded to me!" She smirks back, "I don't think either of those are true."
Delia hums, pretending to think on this: "I don't know, you are pretty radiant. You might have a point."
Gillian stops to glance at Delia, "W-well there are those stories about Satyrs and Fauns being too alluring, inviting adventurers to drink their wine and forget their troubles, only to seduce them. S-surely I wouldn't do that!"
Delia nods, continuing her musing: "Clearly so. I don't think we have wine in here right now."
Gillian glances around the cabinets, "We don't... We could get some..."
Delia shrugs: "I think we can fit it to sometime today. Pick something sparkly. Like you."
Gillian giggles pouring the batter into the pan, "And something sweet? Like you."
Delia grins: "Sounds like a deal to me. Now, what to enjoy with it, besides you?"
Gillian starts to rather efficiently make a stack of pancakes, moving the finished ones onto a plate. "Depends, um, what are we celebrating exactly? Should it be something big and formal, or just... a movie and snacks? And wine...?"
Delia shrugs: "We can figure out what we're celebrating later. I just want to spend the day with you."
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