Who: Cora and Aiden Where: Outside of Staff Apartments When: Dawn What: Reacting to the worst dream ever. Warnings: Sex (in dream form)
The problem with addiction, the ever present ugly monster on the shoulder, was the chance of relapse. It could happen to any addict, even years after the addiction had been slain. It was a ghost, a haunting that no one could ever escape. I beat it, that was the common way of saying you'd overcome your addiction. But sometimes, just sometimes...
Cora was in a dark room, laying on a bed with her limbs wrapped around her lover like a bow, legs pinned against his lower back as she felt him move against her. There was heat and sweat and detached passion. He surged like a tide, over and again, and she felt the familiar sensation of being wanted, being needed, that approval and promise. The feeling of validation, the rush that sex had always given her, the one she didn't need anymore.
Did she?
He got up and, in a blur, he dressed and left. Cora frowned at that, sitting up to look at the room. It was a hotel room. Why had he left?
She got up slowly, feet hitting the floor and she looked around for her uniform. There was nothing, nothing save the black silk robe that pooled on the carpet like a smear of oil. She tugged the fabric over her bare skin and walked slowly to the door, before she opened it. Turning her cheek, she gazed at the golden plate with the numbers clear.
202.
Cora woke with a start, stumbling to her bathroom, gasping as she heaved over the toilet. She barely made it, her stomach clenching and working as she threw up. Sweat had beaded on her skin, making her hair fall limp around her shoulders, and she rested her forehead on her hand as she reached the other hand up to wipe her lips.
That dream... God. Was it some kind of subconscious warning? Did she need to stop flirting with disaster? Her little fixation on Aiden was unhealthy. That was what her mind was trying to tell her. She finished up in the bathroom and washed her hands, twisting her hair up into a bun before she dressed. She didn't put on her uniform, instead went out for a walk in the dawn. Looking up at the building, she wondered if she should go back to Room 202.