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?"