I went on hiatus but hnnnnnnnnnnnnn, don’t lie to me mister!

Rustling roused her from her sleep, golden hues fluttering open until she groaned, what could possibly be waking her up in the middle of the night?! Sluggish movements had her swinging her feet from bed a crawling from the warmth of the pile of blankets she slept in. Shadows blanketed her room in all but one area, the sitting room, but she’d been sure she’d put out the fire before she’d gone to sleep. Caution softened her steps and he woman crept along until she’d rounded the corner of the doorway to her bedroom, peering into her sitting area only to find her door wide open.

Surprise and alarm rushed her toward the open doorway, her head sticking out into the empty, quiet hallway. Surely none of the other staff were here this late. And surely if they were they wouldn’t play such a prank on her…would they? Pink lips pursed thoughtfully, ears laying back and then perching forward at a loud snap from the fire. A shiver ran down her spine as the shadows shifted. She wasn’t usually one to be creeped out but it was too close to All Saints Wake to ignore. She woman shivered in the silken nightgown she wore, mostly bare thighs bumping over with chill and fright.

A quick motion snapped the door shut and she turned with a huff, she was going to get back whoever had decided to - a shadow leapt across the floor in front of her, in the obvious shape of a man. A yelp broke from her throat as she whirled, hands held up at the ready, palms out and flat. By the fire is where she finally found the intruder. His grin flickered in the firelight and in his hand he held a glittery purple tail, slender and tapering into a point at the end. Was that an imp tail? Her eyes widened the more of him she took in. He’d donned horns for the occassion too, the rest of him bare besides another glittering purple bowtie and…was that a speedo?! W-What was he supposed to be?!

The silence had stretched on uncomfortably long until finally he swept a hand down his body, still grinning at her, with a mischeivous glint in his eyes. “M’a imp” he said simply before raking her figure curiously, “B’a like yers.” His amusement drew her gaze downward and she snapped her arms around herself out of reflex, but they fell away quickly enough and she curled her fists. “S-Stop b-breaking into my r-room! You…You…nnnn!” the last was a squeal and her face had turned crimson the more she’d stared at the man, he was so infuriating! Why did he have to be…his grin glittered at her again and she flushed further. Hands seized for the first thing she could find, which just so happened to be a plate of caramel apples she’d made specifically for the holiday. The sticky fruit was lofted and tossed straight at the rogue’s head.

A dip of his body had him avoiding it and the fruit struck the fireplace instead, sticking to the stone like some comical dart. Another hiss drew from the woman and she seized another, tossing it at him, and another when that one missed. No doubt she’d regret it when she was prying the apples from the walls and scrubbing the mess in the morning but for now she could thing of nothing better than sticking one to his smug face. He seemed more amused than alarm and even dared to snatch one from the air, biting into it and leaving her appleless and panting. Her heart thundered in her ears and she stared across at him, a stalemate of scowl and grin reigning until she spotted the apples sticking to her walls and fireplace. She couldn’t help it. She laughed, once at first, but eventually she lapsed into chiming laughter that rang through the building. And his grin only widened further, another bite taken from he apple before he rose and dared to start to approach her.

[I apparently misread this one and posted it opposite. I’m going to put a second scenrio for this with her showing up to his place instead! >D Thank you for the ask!]