*Ring...*
A sharp, intrusive electronic trill sliced through the heavy silence of the bedroom as Seijirou's eyes snapped open, though his body remained heavy with the remnants of a deep, restorative sleep.
He didn't move at first, letting the sound echo against the walls while he was lying naked atop the silk sheets, the cool morning air dancing over his skin.
Beside him, draped in a light duvet that did little to hide her porcelain curves, was Rindou.
She was equally naked and still deeply asleep, her breathing a rhythmic, peaceful huff against his shoulder.
*Ring! Ring! Ring!*
He groaned, the sound vibrating in his chest. 'Who the fuck? It's Saturday morning for fuck's sake.'
He reached out blindly, his hand fumbling across the mahogany nightstand until his fingers closed around the cold glass of his smartphone.
