|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."