Who: Marc & Emma What: the morning after When: Sunday morning, 4 October Where: a hotel room, in Olympus Rating: PG-13 at least for language I'm sure Status: private/incomplete
Emma woke slowly. She was warm, blankets twisted around her, and herself twisted and tangled with Marc. She inhaled his scent, exhaling softly. "Mmm." She nuzzled closer, kissing his shoulder, eyes still closed. "Morning."
Her eyes flickered open, and she blinked, taking in the hotel room, the strange surroundings, then discarding them in favor of the man in her bed. She leaned back, hand drifting up his side, teasing and tickling to wake him up. "C'mon, love, wake up." She shifted again, pushing herself up, hand pressed lightly against his chest.
And stopped.
"Marc?" Her voice slipped, sharp and suddenly nervous. "What the bloody buggering hell is that?"