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Tweak says, "STOP! HAMMER TIME."

Dr. Owen Harper [Torchwood] (imatwat) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-01-20 03:48:00

Entry tags:

cordelia chase, owen harper

WHO: Owen Harper & Cordelia Chase
WHAT: Roommate wars!
WHEN: January 20th; early morning hours
WHERE: Owen & Cordelia's flat
RATING: PG-13 for potential language
STATUS: In Progress

Dr. Owen Harper was exhausted. It seemed like this place hadn't had a proper doctor in a long time, and even with a few to currently pick up the slack that had been going around, his day had been tortuously long. So when he opened the door to his flat, dropping his coat onto the nearest available surface without so much as a thought to where it landed, his immediate destination was his bedroom and the sleep which he'd find within it. At least, that was what he'd thought until he'd staggered inside in the dark and went to throw himself down onto the bed only to end up faceplanting into the hard wooden floor. Well, not strictly just the floor. There was a sleeping bag rolled up underneath him and a cardboard box next to it precariously balancing the items that he'd had laid out on his nightstand. But other than that, squinting through the dark, Owen couldn't see a single scrap of the furniture that had filled the room when he'd left this morning.

Annoyance coursing through his veins, Owen had already started the network message by the time that he realized at this hour, Cordelia wouldn't exactly be in the position to argue about this much less tell him what the hell she'd done with all of his things. But all the same, it also left him with a wonderful opportunity. Tacking on the last few words and pulling himself back to his feet, Owen stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving them in his room, well away from where Cordelia could demand that he put them back on with the ability to toss them at his face, and sauntered with intent over to her room.

"Budge over, princess," Owen hissed, giving the woman a nudge in the side as he climbed into the bed next to her, weaseling his way into the space that was left.

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imatwat
2012-01-20 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Laughter had been the one thing that Owen had been trying to avoid, even as he had realized just how ridiculous this had gotten since they were basically having an anger fueled pillow fight, but when she started laughing, Owen allowed himself the chuckle that had been building in his throat, remaining poised with the pillow ready until she'd moved to a position where he could pretty safely assume that she wasn't going to attack him again, even to make a point.

Scrunching his face at the implication he was going to be bald in a month, Owen tossed the pillow back to the head of the bed and flopped back on it, "If I'm going to have to replace your wardrobe, make it more like a year or two. I might be a doctor, but Prada's even well out of my price limit," He said, moving his arm under the pillow, bracing his head back against it as he turned to the side to smirk to Cordelia. "Do you snore? Figuring I should probably prepare myself if we're going to be stuck like this for awhile."

Which, if he had to raise several thousand dollars to buy her a whole new fashion line, was probably going to be however long that they were actually stuck in this place. Especially since he had no real clue what the clinic was going to be paying him monthly yet.

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thisismyofframp
2012-01-20 08:26 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," Cordelia replied without missing a beat, tone and expression both carefully neutral as she turned onto her side so she was facing him and pulled the covers up a little past her hips. "I snore." Slowly she smirked. "And drool. And kick. And toss and turn. And scream. I even claw at things randomly that are within reach in effort to gouge out eyeballs and rip out big chunks of hair. In fact, if you want to actually get any sleep at all, ever, you'd probably be better off using that sleeping bag I gave you."

Of course, truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure whether she did any of those things or not. She knew she had snored and drooled before, but she had been sitting up and leaning against someone else at the time, and had certainly never received any complaints about doing either of those things before that moment. With, you know, the whole one guy she'd slept with at the time.

Refusing to think about such things - both her relative inexperience with sex despite having had several boyfriends over the years, as well as the closest she'd ever really come to sleeping beside Angel - she instead twisted a bit to glance over her shoulder at the alarm clock on her nightstand. Blinking, she stared at the glowing red numbers for a long moment before slowly looking back to Owen.

"So... do you usually get in at ridiculous o'clock in the morning?" she asked in what could almost pass for a civilized tone. What? She could keep the peace if she really needed to. For now, at least.

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imatwat
2012-01-20 08:55 pm UTC (link)

"Nice try, sweetheart," Owen said, laughing despite himself at her trying to scare him off with all these things that she probably had never done in her life. "But I've slept with a biter before. You're not going to run me off by telling me a bunch of lies," Owen said, waggling his eyebrows before a smirk slowly formed on his face. "Oh, and in case you were wondering, I am wearing pants," He said. "I figured it wasn't polite to go starkers around a lady. Unless she'd like a show, that is."

And he was probably setting himself up to get hit in the face with a pillow again, but Owen really didn't care. It was just fun to mess with her.

Glancing back over his shoulder at the clock, Owen turned back to Cordelia and answered with a shrug, "It's not all that late," He said, knowing full well that he'd pulled shifts longer than this before at both the hospital and with Torchwood, though mostly with Torchwood, but that any normal, sane person would actually beat him if they insisted on waking them up over and over again at this hour just to get into bed. "But I doubt it'll be a regular occurrence." And that was the best reassurance he could give her with the hope that he wouldn't be shunted out of her bed with a well placed foot to the bum and sent to curl up on the cold floor in a sleeping bag like a pathetic boy scout at a badly funded camping retreat.

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thisismyofframp
2012-01-25 05:16 am UTC (link)

Cordelia snorted softly. "It better not be a regular thing," she said flatly as she fixed him with a glare. Nevermind that said glare was a bit less pointed than usual due to the sleep that was threatening to overtake her at any given moment. It was still a glare, dammit. "Otherwise," she tacked on, stifling a yawn, "you are so sleeping on the couch until you save up enough for a new bed." Pausing, she added in a somewhat peeved tone, "Which is only happening after you replace my wardrobe, just so you know."

Eyes fluttering closed for a few second, Cordelia might have very well fallen asleep right then and there if something he'd said hadn't finally registered in her sleep-deprived mind. Reopening her eyes, she stated firmly, "And the first time you try to climb into bed in the buff, I am going to bring my sword to bed with me. And that? Is the only warning you are getting, you Casanova wannabe."

Smirking slightly, she let her eyes drift closed again even if her mind was far too wound up to really let her get any semblance of sleep.

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imatwat
2012-01-25 07:05 am UTC (link)

A sword? Bugger, that wasn't something that Owen wanted to even consider. Even joke starkers was out of the question, then. Exactly as much as sleeping on the couch was out. "Excuse me. If I have to replace your wardrobe, you have to replace my bedroom furniture. Tit for tat, sweetheart," Owen said, staring at the back of her head. If she expected him to fold so easily to what she said, she was in for a nasty shock. He was definitely far too stubborn to just let something like this go or accept that he was going to have to fix damage that he hadn't done himself. Her wardrobe was his fault, his responsibility to handle. His bedroom? Was not.

Laying back, staring up at the ceiling as she attempted to get to sleep, Owen couldn't help but feel the urge to be an ass. It was pretty late, and he'd already been up most of the day. Sacrificing a few more minutes to irritate her seemed well worth it in his mind. And placing cold feet on a warm leg was always a wonderful way to make someone shriek.

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