"Mmhmm," again came a response that wasn't quite words, the sound slightly breathless due to the hand currently caressing her thigh. Part of her wanted to shift to make more of herself accessible and part of her wanted to comment how she'd like a little more sleep. However, before either part could emerge victorious, Claire's mind finally registered just what it was that felt slightly... off, about the entire situation.
That was not Priestly's hand.
Stiffening slightly, the blond's eyes snapped open and her heart all but skipped a beat. No, she decided as she focused less on the sensations from the hand upon her skin and more on the feeling of the hand itself. That was most definitely not her boyfriend's hand at all. And although Claire couldn't swear to it given the huskiness in the tone brought on by early morning, that wasn't his voice either.
Slowly turning so she could glance over her shoulder, almost afraid of what she might find, Claire thought if it were possible she very likely would have had a heart attack on the spot. As it was her eyes just widened to almost comical proportions and she instantly lurched away from the warm, naked body that had mere seconds before been pressed intimately against her. "What the hell?!" was the first thing that she could think to say and so she said it.
Already she was scrambling from the bed and backing away from the stranger, completely forgetting about her own nude state in the urge she felt to get away from this unknown person lying in her bed where her boyfriend had been just the night before. "You... you're a girl!" was the next exclamation to pass her lips, followed quickly as her lower back connected rather painfully with her dresser and halted her retreat, "Who the hell are you and what did you do with Priestly?!?"