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Tweak says, "You flunked flank?"

sugar_cycle (sugar_cycle) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-11-16 01:12:00

Entry tags:

changing woman, coyote, raven

Hell of a Hangover
Who: Kami, Shae, and Jack
What: The morning after the Halloween party arrives cold and clear; time to face some consequences.
Where: Kami's apartment, 607
When: November 1st
Warnings: So far... definite nudity.

Consciousness returned slowly, an uphill battle through clouds of warmth and pleasant exhaustion. Kami gave a little sigh and half-rolled to better bury her face in the pillow beneath her head. Every inch of her felt strangely light as if nothing could touch her, no harm come to her. Never before had her bed felt so safe and welcoming, the heat of everything covering her and urging her to sleep once more. She was sorely tempted.

Vague memories of the previous night flickered across her mind and, without opening her eyes, Kami wrinkled her nose before giggling and moving to finish the roll to her side. The costumes and the food and the alcohol - all flowed free and easy. Old friends, new friends, and the dances. She smiled to herself again. All of the dances demanded and given - it had been some sort of record.

She had even given Jack a dance. Jack. She sighed again and attempted to roll over further in order to press her face more fully into the pillows. She hit something solid, though, preventing the move. It was warm and, inhaling, she smelled sweat and booze and something impossibly, deliciously male. Did she bring Shae home with her? This was definitely her own bed. A hint of nicotine lingered and something a bit dusty like the desert back home. That was not strictly something Shae brought to her senses. Not the dust.

Almost shy, Kami let her hand drift over to explore the obstacle. She kept her eyes closed as a nervous tickle surfaced through the nirvana-like peace that suffused most of her body. She tried to grab at that feeling instead. There were, after all, so few chances to feel that good - like everything had gone right and the sun would rise glorious and every dream was possible. A warm, nurturing, fulfilled sensation from top to toe.

Her hand searched over soft sheets until she suddenly touched on warm skin. She gave up. Opening her eyes, Kami started to smile and cuddle into the body presented. "Shae? Did you..." The words died in her mouth and she stared, feeling her heart skip a beat, breath forgotten. Jack. It was Jack in her bed. Her hand skidded over him and the sheet moved with it. She felt her eyes widen even more as more and more naked skin was revealed.

What the hell happened last night?

The freeze finally left her limbs and Kami scooted back in an attempt to put more space between them. Something solid behind her slammed her progress to a halt and she twisted in alarm.

Shae lay on his side, peacefully sleeping. He stirred slightly at making contact with her body and one of his arms worked free of the sheet and draped possessively over her waist. A sigh escaped him and he squeezed a bit.

Kami whimpered. Boxed in between the two men, she would have to wake them up if she wanted to escape. Worse yet, Shae had only increased the impossibility with his hold. She heard Jack make a faint sound and he shifted to roll over. Now really sandwiched between the two men, she felt her heart speed almost uncontrollably. Really. What had happened at the party? How had she ended up nearly naked in bed with Jack and Shae... Who very much were naked?

Finally, she could not stand it any longer. She cursed, long and loud, and delivered swats to bare shoulders on both sides of her. "Oh, my God," she whimpered. "Wake up. Wake up, dammit, please."

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whiskey_jack
2011-01-05 08:12 am UTC (link)

With a soft, sighing moan, Jack stirred beneath the repeated smackings and stream of invectives being hurled at him. He shifted and a sleepily contented smile crossed his lips as he reached his free arm out and placed his hand on the-

He frowned. That didn't feel like bed. That felt like an arm.

Now, this didn't necessarily mean anything more than he must have gotten lucky at the party. And why couldn't he remember whether he did or not, or with whom? That would never do. The worst possible thing would be not knowing the name of whoever it was he'd slept with. He tried to really focus on the party -- no small feat, given how incredibly muzzy his brain was. Last thing he remembered was dancing with Kami...

OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO LAST NIGHT.

Forcing his eyes open with some effort, he found himself looking at Kami, who was glaring at him with a combination of fury and terror as she was about to deliver another blow to his shoulder. And worse, Shae was on the other side of the bed, seemingly still asleep despite Kami's frantic slapping and cursing, arm wrapped around her waist.

"...Kami," he managed, scooting away from her on the bed. He felt a cool draft on his ass and stopped before he scooted his way off the bed. His eyes widened -- cool draft? He was bare-ass naked in bed with Kami and Shae, both of whom also appeared to be naked. "Kami," he repeated. "Look, I swear to fucking God I have no clue what is going on. Please, please believe me."

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in_the_wings
2011-01-06 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Shae had been a light sleeper all of his life. His Maman had often lamented this fact, especially around the holidays; the slightest sound would always send him scurrying to the main room to investigate, where he'd inevitably be threatened back into bed with a belt or whatever festive seasonal decorations happened to be at hand. If one of his sisters sneezed in the next room, he was up and at attention. It was an attribute that served him well given his current line of work, but more often than not, it also resulted in many a night of interrupted sleep.

But not today.

No, today was apparently one great, blissful exception. There were no dreams, no voices, no colors. Only darkness, the peaceful black void. It held a certain familiarity, this creative energy that seemed to linger in his consciousness; as though he were one with it all, with the darkness, with the void...with everything that would spring into being from its very depths. In this moment, nothing could disturb his rest.

...goddamnit, what was that noise?

He vaguely felt something slap against his skin, and his brow furrowed in drowsy irritation. Still mostly asleep, and without batting an eye, he brushed off the annoyance with his hand in the same manner one might use to wave away a particularly aggressive salesperson- or maybe a gnat.

"Shut da fuck up," he mumbled under his breath, leaning more heavily into the sudden warmth that had appeared at his side.

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sugar_cycle
2011-01-08 07:12 am UTC (link)

Regardless of Shae's order, Kami hissed another curse and grabbed his wrist in a frantic grip. Her fingers were almost scalding warm on his skin, electricity snapping between them at the direct contact. "Shae," she snapped. "Shae, please wake up. This is... Oh, god, please wake up." Her voice had shifted from angry to pleading within moments and she looked to Jack with wide eyes. She had stopped hitting him, though, and stayed firmly in the middle of the bed. She swallowed and closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds. All of the color had gone out of her face but she breathed slow and deep now.

Unfortunately, this was an improvement in that it was only just keeping her from hyperventilation. Her hand tightened on Shae's wrist for a moment again before releasing him and making a slight, awkward movement towards righting Jack. She didn't touch him, though, and instead grabbed the sheet and pulled it higher over both of them.

Life returned to her cheeks in a painful flush and she bit her lip hard. "What... What happened?" she asked in a shaky whisper.

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whiskey_jack
2011-01-11 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Jack struggled to maintain a safe distance from Kami on the bed without falling off. He grasped the sheet with his free hand and pulled it up even further, clutching it to his chest. "I don't remember," he shook his head, blue eyes locked on hers. "Honest to god, I don't remember." He tried once more to replay the evening's events... and tiny flashes of memory began to tease him. Skin and fur and feathers, the full lushness of a woman's body, the scent of dry grass...

"...Shit. Oh god, I hope we didn't..." But he knew from the pleasant heaviness still lingering low in his gut that they very likely did.

Releasing the sheet, he reached across Kami and shook Shae's shoulder. "C'mon, man, wake up," he whispered hoarsely. "We got problems, buddy. Dammit, c'mon, Shae, please..."

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in_the_wings
2011-01-18 11:46 pm UTC (link)

Something dark hovered just at the edge of his consciousness, he could feel it. It was shapeless, voiceless, and it produced an effortless sort of draw. There's no use hiding, it seemed to convey without speaking, the words and thoughts washing over him in quiet understanding. I AM you, but you've forgotten who you are. You've forgotten what that means. The darkness seemed to widen like a chasm, ready to swallow him alive, but there was nothing ominous or foreboding about that gaping space...only a sense of wholeness, of completion. Remember me. Just reach out and touch me...

Shae was abruptly jolted awake by Jack's frustrated jostling, eyes snapping wide open at the sound of a voice he hadn't quite expected to hear first thing in the morning. Slowly and with more than a little stiffness, he leaned up on one arm to survey the situation.

Kami was nestled beside him, naked from the waist up and currently trying to maintain as much of her modesty as possible beneath the bedsheets; not a totally unfamiliar scenario, although he couldn't quite recall the last time he'd seen her cheeks tinted with quite that shade of embarrassment. Then, on the other side of her, was...

Jack. A very disturbed, very naked Jack. Shae could already feel his stomach twisting into a giant knot.

"...well." It was all he could manage to say given the present circumstances. The tension in the room was almost stifling in its thickness, and he could see the obvious anxiety in both of his bedmates' postures. He could see a lot more than that, truth be told, as his eyes traced carefully over the naked lines of his best friend's body.

Too much. It was just too much. There was something unabashedly sensual and erotic about having this pair of lovers- well, presumed lovers- stretched out before him like this. It didn't even matter that there was nothing remotely suggestive in their current demeanor; something incredible had happened in this bed. So why the HELL couldn't he remember any of it?

With a resigned sigh, Shae flopped onto his back against the mattress and threw an arm over his mouth to muffle the sudden laughter spilling from his lips. It figured. He was lying in bed with two partners that had probably given him the best threesome in his life...and he couldn't remember a goddamn thing. Wasn't that just fucking hilarious?!

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sugar_cycle
2011-01-19 03:22 am UTC (link)

Now that Shae was finally awake, Kami barely bit back a sigh of relief. He might have a better idea about what happened. If nothing else, she could hide behind him as she asked Jack to please leave. When he started laughing, however, she very nearly spun and punched him. It was not funny. None of it. What had they done? She shivered and tried to pull the sheet up even further as one of her hands dropped to search beneath the covering in a hopeful bid to find something like underwear at least.

Nothing. Just the rucked up fabric of her skirt with not a single thing else. The surreal ridiculousness of the garment struck her and she nearly joined Shae's laughter.

Until her gaze fell on the clearly jumpy Jack as he balanced on the edge of her bed. The sobering effect was startling and an icy chill invaded the pit of her stomach, only to do battle with a lingering warmth there. The result felt like steam settling over her skin, her body too tight for everything that lay within, too content to react in proper violent outrage. Why couldn't she remember anything? What had they done?

Kami brought her roving hand back up to clutch at the edge of the sheet. Part of her suggested looking for marks but did she really want physical confirmation of two mouths and two pairs of hands roaming over her in what she suspected was heated abandon? She shivered and shot another look at Jack as he balanced, pulling his bit of sheet up higher. Something softened in her expression, just behind the fear, and she bit her lower lip, wondering why she thought of tickling fur when looking at him.

Abruptly, she rolled back to Shae and buried her face against his chest, one hand simultaneously swatting him even as she took some small amount of comfort in his solid, familiar form. "It is not funny," she hissed in muffled tones. "I can't remember a damn thing and, ohmigod, did we do what I think we might have?" Before either could answer, Kami made a rough gesture with the previously abusive hand and Jack blinked to realize it was something almost beckoning. "Jack, get your ass back on the bed so you can cover it. Please. Do... Do either of you remember how we got here?"

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whiskey_jack
2011-01-19 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Unlike Kami, Jack didn't feel the need to smack Shae for laughing. In truth, if things weren't so damned awkward between him and Kami, he'd have been laughing too. He did flinch, though, when she signalled for him to move in on the bed, and shivered a bit. For some reason he felt colder than he should have.

"How we got here?" Through the lingering muzziness in his mind, Jack remembered, or thought he did -- vivid images that could have been dreams, except they were too real. There was the sensation of wind rushing through his... fur? And there was howling, although that could have been yelling. There was a feeling of elation, of freedom, of wanting to go out and get into as much trouble as possible (though that really wasn't out of the ordinary, he mused with a snort). He remembered the scent of dry warm grass and leather and sex; the feel of warm fingers on him and soft skin beneath him and sweetness and feathers and...

Swallowing hard, a slight flush on his face, Jack shook off the strangely intense memories and plucked at the sheet, trying to make sure he was covered enough so that his body's reactions to the images in his mind didn't get him roundly smacked by Kami. He shivered again, the thought of fur making him feel particularly naked and cold and confusing him even more. Obediently he scooted onto the bed and under the sheet, frowning a little as he considered Kami's question again. "I... think we drove? You and I did, I think. Shae... I don't remember," he shook his head.

The expression on Kami's face, an odd mix of fear and warmth, was almost more than he could take. He reached out to comfort her, then realized she was already getting plenty comforted, curled up tightly against Shae. Glancing up at his best friend, one might almost have sworn they saw the tiniest fleeting flicker of hurt in his too-blue eyes, gone as quickly as it had come.

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in_the_wings
2011-01-21 04:44 am UTC (link)

Shae was far too preoccupied with the irony of his current situation to notice the brief touch of pain in his friend's solemn eyes. He was also busy turning Kami's question over in his mind- just how had they all gotten into this predicament to begin with?

He didn't remember a car, and he definitely didn't remember driving. The more he tried to focus on the events of the past few hours, the stranger his thoughts became, and he closed his eyes as he tried to recall the sensations; somehow those remained with him far more strongly than any visual cues. There had been....wind, a biting wind that had whipped around him with cool fingers, thrilling and lifting him above the whispery caress of the clouds as he- wait, hold the phone. Clouds?!

Shae's eyes shot open. He caught Kami's battering hand in his own, stilling it against his chest as he finished Jack's thought for him. "Flyin'. I remembuh flyin'." He looked at Kami, then at Jack with slightly frantic eyes. "Holy shit, was I high? Were we doin' DRUGS?!"

Not that this would have come as a huge surprise to Shae, given his current company. Well...strike that, he'd never suspect Kami of that brand of mindless fuckery. But him and Jack? Ohhhh, he knew far better than to put that sort of activity past them. He glanced around the room for any sort of telltale paraphernalia, unsurprised that nothing came into view- this was Kami's apartment, after all.

And there was something else, something nagging insistently at the back of his mind to WAKE UP AND PAY ATTENTION, MORON. It took a moment before he realized exactly what the problem was, and he made another sweep of the room with his eyes. "Wheah...wheah da fuck our clot'es go?" There were no garments strewn about the space, as was generally wont to happen when three very willing, very horny people came together in the name of sexual gratification.

He could feel the press of Kami's naked body against his side, and he glanced briefly beneath the covers to ensure that- yup, they were all pretty much naked; that flimsy rag hiked up around her hips didn't count as coverage at all. It was always possible their little menage had started in a separate location, and that's where the clothes would be...probably the living room. Which would have come after the flying. Which meant....

Suddenly Shae's eyes grew round to an almost comic proportion, and without thought for his current state of undress, he threw aside the covers and darted for the nearest window. There was the parking lot, he could see it just fine from here- and there, in the far corner, away from most of the other vehicles in the place he'd claimed for his own since his first day in the building, was...an empty spot.

Okay, THIS was serious.

"WHEAH'S MAH GODDAMN CAR?!?!!?"

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sugar_cycle
2011-01-23 05:28 am UTC (link)

"We all wake up NAKED and you're worried about your GODDAMN CAR?" Shock jolted Kami out of her frozen in-between state and she sat up, palms slamming flat against the mattress beneath her, jarring it to a point even Jack could feel. The sheet fell down unheeded to her waist, leaving her bare and slightly golden in the sunlight streaming through the window. Her eyes snapped fire that hadn't been seen even in the first panic of waking up. She pounded the mattress again, her body jiggling in response.

Of course, she knew that Shae loved his precious car - more than even the bulk of men she had known. But to be more worried about his car than the apparent fact that the three of them had gotten so messed up and then slept together? That was beyond insane. Insane and... Almost insulting. Something in the back of her mind laughed at her reaction and she felt the warm flush of embarrassment touch her cheeks again. This time, though, it was compounded by flash-point brushes with memory, rife with sensory feedback. Wind in her hair, cold air touching every inch of exposed skin, then warm fur beneath fingertips and smooth feathers against her cheek.

Kami's eyes locked onto Shae's naked form and she bit her bottom lip. She wanted to look around and see if she could find their clothing or, god help them, condom wrappers but somehow she could not quite manage it. All she could do was stare at the bounty hunter's very familiar backside and will her heart to stop beating so fast. Finally, she closed her eyes for an instant and then looked sidelong to find Jack staring at her. The weight of his too-blue eyes on her naked skin brought a shiver on and she suddenly realized her total exposure. Her fingers clutched at the sheet and tugged it upwards. "Shit," she hissed. "We really, really... Oh, god."

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whiskey_jack
2011-01-25 09:00 pm UTC (link)

With some difficulty, Jack forced his eyes away from Kami's nearly-bare bosom. Now was most definitely NOT the time to admire her breasts. Nor was it the time to stare at Shae's bare ass, front and center as Shae stood at the window and freaked out over his car. Jack swallowed hard as he finally met Kami's dark gaze and took in the flushed panic on her face.

It looked like he was going to have to be the sane, stable, rational one here. A cold knot formed in his stomach, even as a barking, howling laugh echoed through his mind. Oh god indeed.

"I know, baby doll. It's looking that way, isn't it?" He forced down his own panic and leaned toward her, wanting to soothe her but afraid of getting punched in the face. Reaching around behind her, he grasped the corner of sheet abandoned by Shae and carefully drew it up over her shoulders. "We can't change it, though. What happened, happened, even if we don't really know why."

The mental laughter increased, only this time it was accompanied with images and sensations and a strange, certain knowing of things. "Shae, buddy," he said, an oddly distant look on his face, "don't worry about your car. It's still in the parking lot at The Empty Grave, safe and sound." He snapped out of it with a blink, turning a confused look on Shae. "Don't ask me how I know."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-07 12:05 am UTC (link)

Shae had, in fact, been just about to ask that precise question, but the expression on Jack's face stopped him mid-breath. He wasn't sure what to make of the slightly glazed, haunted look in those familiar blue eyes, but something inside him responded, and he immediately felt an answering sense of calm wash over him.

As Shae glanced over his shoulder at the pair on the bed, the cool press of air against his lower body suddenly registered, and he looked down to confirm that....yup, naked. Surprisingly (or probably unsurprisingly), he was unashamed by his complete and utter exposure, and he leaned back against the windowframe with arms folded across his chest, completely on display. What point was there in being embarrassed? They'd obviously already seen as much of one another, even if none of them could quite remember.

There was something almost laughable in the idea of Jack playing mediator, but even more amusing was the fact that the situation needed mediating at all. Shae was well and full aware of the history between his two bedmates, and he was surprised the pair of them hadn't already fallen into bed together; a thick and nearly palpable tension seemed to constantly envelop them, and since Shae had never been one to deny himself that kind of gratification, he had a hard time understanding why anyone else would. Hell, this was exactly what he'd been fantasizing about for weeks!

But Kami was genuinely upset at the thought of their sexual escapades, so now the focus shifted back to calming her down (and not, unfortunately, ogling her goodie bags.) He hesitated for just a moment before pushing away from the window and heading toward the bedroom door.

"Gon' grab some towels," he said, trying to keep his tone nonchalant as he gestured in the direction of the bathroom. "Den mebbe we' git somet'ing ta eat. DEN...we' figguh out what ta do 'bout dis." With that said, he disappeared into the hall to retrieve the promised goods.

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sugar_cycle
2011-02-09 04:20 am UTC (link)

Silence reigned for approximately thirty seconds after Shae's aggressive little speech. Kami had closed her eyes and held the sheet close to her, frozen and strangely quiet. It still felt too much like a dream but there they were. It was too clearly her apartment and her bed and her sheets. Her skin tingled yet from the heated brushes against both Jack and Shae, occurring in the half-awake state from where the morning started. Something about it all felt so familiar and right, the feeling only stronger behind closed eyelids, all of her other senses stretching out in hungry memory.

She remembered soft fur and slick feathers all over again but warm skin edged in now and she gave a little shiver beneath her protective sheet. Her bed smelled like both of them now - nicotine and alcohol and sweat, sun-dried grass and leather and sex. Her hyper-awareness stretched out to take in the silent man beside her.

As her immediate panic faded in the face of both men's placating words and eventual logic, Kami could feel her heart-rate return to normal. The knot of fear still sat low in her stomach but the rest of her body embraced the chance to loosen and relax.

Right beside the knot was something else that practically sang with pleasure and satisfaction. It only slightly sounded like her, she thought.

Finally, Kami reopened her eyes and looked sideways at Jack. "I..." She paused and coughed a bit to clear her throat. "I'm sorry if I hit you too hard," she murmured finally. She could not quite look at him without feeling the expanding warmth all over again. Hoping that her cheeks did not show any pink flush, she looked towards the bedroom door as if her gaze could speed Shae along and bring him back to be her shield and safety in the situation. "I didn't really expect to see you there," she added with a weak almost-laugh.

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whiskey_jack
2011-02-10 10:51 pm UTC (link)

"You think I expected to be here?" Jack replied with a soft, wry little smile. "Don't worry, you didn't hit me too hard at all." The urge to draw her into his arms and comfort her was almost too strong to fight. Damn, he wanted a cigarette. Not in the post-coital sense, but to calm his frazzled nerves. It was a moot point anyway, given that he didn't know where the hell his pants, hence his smokes and lighter, even were. He suspected, though, with that same odd certainty he knew Shae's precious car was safe, that his rented outfit was still at the venue. With luck, it (and the discarded bits and pieces from other peoples' costumes) would be turned over to the Pax management for return to their owners.

And how in the hell did he know all this?

As he drew a deep breath the inner laughter returned, hysterical and derisive. More images and sensations flooded his mind, very specific and very graphic; eyes wide, he relived parts of the previous night that he didn't actually remember: the scents of his two bed partners, their warmth and taste, soft laughter and low moans, teasing with fur and flesh and feathers... except...

...Except. The mental voice howled with laughter. BEST JOKE EVER.

"Kami? Shae?" Jack's voice was a strange mix of disappointed and relieved. "I don't think we actually had sex last night."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-18 12:54 am UTC (link)

The words caught Shae's ears as he fished through the linen closet in the hallway, and he nearly dropped the towels in his arm. Wait, what? The fuck was he babbling about, not having sex?

Almost immediately he was back in the bedroom, tossing the towels at Jack's chest while trying to adjust the one wrapped cleanly around his own hips, as though he actually had any modesty left to maintain. "You hagh raght now?" he murmured at his friend disbelievingly. They'd woken up naked together. NAKED. What other conclusions could be drawn from that scenario?

What Shae refused to admit, either to himself or the pair in front of him, was that he had far too much invested in the idea of their little tryst; it didn't matter that he couldn't remember exactly what had happened. Sure, he'd prefer to have been awake for the experience, but if that wasn't an option, he'd take whatever he could get. As disconcerting as the idea may have been at first, he'd felt so...comfortable waking up to those faces, to those voices. Like it had always been that way, like it was supposed to be that way.

Carefully he perched himself at the foot of the bed, waiting for the explanation he knew would be forthcoming. His stomach was beginning to feel a little queasy, but it was more from anxiety than any gastrointestinal issues. Gotta hand it to the bastard. Almost had ME going for a minute! The thought came unbidden to his mind, and Shae frowned. That wasn't...where had that come from?

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sugar_cycle
2011-02-20 08:04 am UTC (link)

If Shae's expression reflected his confusion, Kami's told much the same story. Sheet still clutched around her naked shoulders, she sat straighter and twisted to eye Jack warily again. She looked half-ready to hit him again, increasingly unamused by his jokes. "And we're all just naked in my bed because it seemed like a good idea?" she asked in disbelief. Her dark eyes went from wide to narrowed as she studied him with renewed suspicion. She started to ask him if he was just saying that to make them all feel better but something stopped the words in the back of her throat.

Patience. It's just his way. He always did like his little moments.

Kami gave her head a little shake. Now she was hearing voices, too. The morning was just getting better and better. Opting to focus on the more concrete issues at hand, Kami reached out to grab one of the towels from Jack's prone body and, with practiced ease, drew it beneath the sheet before squirming and wriggling to get it neatly wrapped and tucked around her curvaceous little figure. Then she dropped the sheet back to the bed and moved to kneel, sitting back on her heels and looking from one man to the other. Her hands smoothed at the towel covering her for a moment in a nervous fidget before she shook her head again and slithered from the bed. Padding bare-foot to the closet, she retrieved a short, silky robe and tied it over top of the towel.

"Alright," she finally sighed. Another swell of captured half-memory hit her as she looked at Jack and Shae, one sprawled, the other sitting. She closed her eyes against any trace echoes of warm skin and salty taste. "So what the hell did happen? Because I feel..."

Kami bit off her words as she felt her face flush warm and pink. Opening her eyes again, she forced herself to look from one face to the other. She waited for further explanation, worrying her lower lip to raw fullness.

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