>>5256617"Sorry Chi.” you mutter, holding the cold water, and then pitch it directly at his face. The two of you had experimented since coming here with ways to wake him up, and despite all the fancy magic your mother could wield, nothing quite compared to a splash of cold water to the face. So you sling the water at him, it splashing right across his chest and face. The effects are immediate, his eyes snap open as his chest is heaving, your husband immediately levitating a couple feet off the ground and looking around wildly, ready for a fight.
“Show yo-Megu?” he asks, then sighs out immediately as understanding washes over him. He seems to deflate a bit, powering back down and floating over to you and wrapping you in his arms. “Sorry.”
“You don't have anything to be sorry about.” you reply, returning his hug with as much force as you can muster while burying your face in his shoulder. After a few seconds you pull your face back, and meet his worried gaze with a smile. “C'mon, let's go back to sleep.”
“I will, in a bit.” he says, you recognizing the look in his eyes. He's clearly upset it happened again, even after all that effort he'd spent with that succubus to try and control his dreams. Again you wonder if that devourer of men is just trying to soften him up to eat him, but after sneaking and listening in on one of their sessions at the town mixed bath, you know she isn't doing any such thing. In fact, she only tried bringing up lewd subjects one time, and your husband had immediately shut her down and refocused on the lesson. “I'm going to head upstairs for a bit, and try to clear my head.”
“Alright, but don't take too long.” you reply then teasingly hold the now-empty glass up. “Or the next one will be even colder, right down your back.”
“Haha, I wouldn't dare.” he replies, your husband kissing you and holding you a little closer to himself for several seconds before letting go. He then briskly heads up the stairs, leaving you all alone in the bedroom.
“Is this really all I can do?” you murmur, crawling back into the bed and taking the now-soaked pillow and throwing it up and out of the bed, it landing on the stairs and softly rolling down them. You'll clean it up and dry it proper tomorrow, you're too tired tonight. But as you pull the warm, thick blanket back over you, your bed feels awfully empty. You've grown too used to sleeping on his chest and arm, and without him here your bed just isn't right. You lay there, minutes ticking by in silence as you wait for him to come back down, but he doesn't show up. Even after what feels like an hour, you're still laying all alone in your bed. "What is he doing? Isn't he coming back to bed?"
