InsaneJournal

WHO: Cordelia Chase and Daryl Dixon
WHAT: With these two? There's no telling.
WHEN: [Backdated slightly] Tuesday morning
WHERE: Daryl & Sophia's apartment
RATING: TBD [Possibly high, due to language.]
STATUS: In Progress

Although Cordelia had been less than pleased when she'd realized she was stuck spending all of her free time with Daryl, of all people, after nearly a week and a half she was finally quit complaining and just accepted things for how they were. It wasn't easy, of course. Daryl was hardly someone she would choose to spend much time with, normally, and certainly not someone she would want to share a bed with, but after being forced to spend the time with him that she had, she also had to admit that he wasn't quite as bad as she'd first thought.

Yes, he was a redneck. Or a hick. Or hillbilly. Whatever the proper term, that was him. She, on the other hand, was a California girl, born and raised, who had started out life with more money than she could ever hope to spend and had wound up a Seer for the Powers That Be, sacrificing her life so that her friends could save the world one last time. However, when it came right down to it, both of them were decent enough people who did their best to try to help out others even if their reasons for doing so were as different as, well, they seemed to be.

Still. She had come to terms with their fate, accepted they weren't going to be able to separate until the guy in charge deemed it so, and sucked it up. Of course, finally accepting that making Daryl miserable by being a total raving bitch wasn't going to solve anything meant that she had to actually settle down and be quiet for a change. Which, in turn, meant that she had managed to fall asleep and actually sleep for the first time since sharing a kiss with the guy on New Year's.

And that is how she found herself waking up to the faint sound of cars honking in the background, with an arm around her that wasn't her own and one of her hands resting comfortably on top of it. So deep had her sleep been that, in fact, it took her several long seconds before she realized that something was Very, Very Wrong. Yet even as that thought flickered through her still sleep-bogged mind, she didn't quite make the connection until she twisted just enough to cast a glance at the owner of the arm draped over her.

"Oh... crap," she breathed, hazel eyes widening to almost comical proportions as she realized just who it was that, in her sleep, she had apparently decided to snuggle with.