Miles T. Bletchley (ng_miles) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-02-09 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | * february 2006, - complete, antonin dolohov, daphne bletchley (greengrass), miles bletchley |
RP: It seemed like a good idea at the time...
Date: 9 February 2006
Characters: Miles Bletchley, Daphne Greengrass, Antonin Dolohov
Location: Sochi, Russia (along the Black Sea)
Private/Public: Private
Rating: NC17
Warnings: dumb and dumber. Seriously. Those two have nothing on Miles and Daphne.
Summary: Daphne and Miles might just regret that last bottle of firevodka that they drank.
Miles woke with a head that throbbed and ached beyond belief. It felt worse than the last time that Bellatrix crucioed him, and for a moment he wondered if he had been punished again.
He closed his eyes to get right of the blinding light in his face, only to realise that his eyelids were closed. He moved, and everything swam before him. Letting out a groan, he felt the warm body against his and he realised that feeling as if his mouth was full of hair was actually... hair.
He managed to look over and open his eyes enough to find a full blonde head of hair, and a naked body wrapped around his. Daphne. Well, that was something good, at least. But he normally didn't wake up feeling this bad, and judging from the angle of the sun, it was very, very late in the day.
He let his head fall back on the pillow, trying to remember what had happened the night before. That's when it came back to him. Firevodka. He remembered swearing off the stuff once before, and having woken up next to Higgs. Thank Merlin it was Daphne, and not anyone else.
He would have stayed there a whole lot longer, but the call of nature could no longer be ignored, and he tried to dislodge Daphne without waking her. He'd be back in bed in a few minutes and they could continue sleeping.