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[27 Feb 2009|11:57pm] |
Who: Irene & Gideon
When: 4:14am
Where: Xavier residence
What: Irene is tiiiired
For what felt like the fiftieth time that night, Irene awoke, the need to use the bathroom very, very pressing. For a moment she laid awake in Gideon's arms, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort there. But eventually her bladder won, as it had the last fifty times, and she untangled herself and padded across the cold floor to the bathroom.
Shuffling back like a zombie, she was on auto pilot as she wormed her way back under the covers and into Gideon's arms, pressing her cold body against his warm one in the hopes that it would help her get warm faster. All of the heat seemed to have leeched from her body in those five minutes, and her teeth chattered a bit. Though she was physically exhausted from the lack of sleep that night, she found her mind was wide awake, planning. For one, there was no way she was teaching classes tomorrow... later that day. A sub would have to be called, because she was dead on her feet. And how the hell was she still cold? A last resort, she touched her cold feet to Gideon's warm legs.
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