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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
2011-01-25 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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