"Dooooooot!"
Dahlia blinked, trying to get her wits about her as she pulled herself out of the loving arms of sleep. And Valentina too, she supposed, though the vampiress' arms were far less metaphorical and a lot more persistent.
"Doot doot!!!"
Again, the pan flute-esc sound echoed from out of the hallway and Dahlia restrained a groan as she grumpilly pulled herself out of her love's arms. Valentina, for her part, seemed to be more than content to grumble and refuse to wake up; something to do with fucking like an animal through the night past the point of reason, or at least that was Dahlia's guess. Personally she felt revitalised, if not unbearably sore.
