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WHO: Evan and Cait
WHAT: The Aftermath of drunken sex
WHEN: New Year's morning
WHERE: Evan's room
RATING/STATUS: Well, they are both technically naked, but covered, so PG/Complete
It was rare for Caitriona to spend any holiday with her friends, since she was so often being shunted back and forth between her parents, but at the last minute her father had apparently repented of snatching her out from under her mother's nose, and had agreed that she could spend New Year's Eve with Evan.
Naturally, as any good friend would do, she had brought alcohol.
After midnight they had escaped his parents and sat up in his room talking and drinking, and after a certain part all her memories got fuzzy and warm, and Caitriona woke up with a massive headache and to a massive draft. She shivered and snuggled closer to Evan - not creepy in itself, she was used to being close to him - and drew the covers tighter.
Which only led her to the realisation that she was cold because she had no clothes on.
She stifled a shriek and leapt out of the bed, dragging half the covers with her because dammit she was not letting her best friend see her naked oh god he must have seen her last night fucking hell where were her clothes and then realised that he was naked too and it was only self-preservation and not wanting his parents to come see what the yelling was about that kept her from screaming. She clapped a hand over her mouth, the other arm holding the sheet tight against her breasts, trembling from head to foot and looking everywhere but at Evan.
Evan had been warm. Now he was no longer warm. He also thought it was faintly odd that someone was snuggling with him, because it meant someone was sharing his bed, which meant that...alright so Evan wasn't really awake enough to have thought through all that, but he was awake enough to be aware of the fact that he should have been alone. A tiny shriek woke him up even more, and made him quite sure he wasn't dreaming.
He'd been facing away from whoever he had been sharing a bed with, and turned his head to look at her. Cait...oh fuck! His eyes widened as he saw her standing here, his sheet held in front of her to cover herself up, but apparently she didn't know that his east-facing window was pretty much right behind her, showing him everything she was trying to hide from him, everything he should NOT being seeing because Cait was his BEST FRIEND and best friends just DON'T look at each other NAKED, even if they are rather fit and EVAN STOP IT. He burried his head back into his pillow and was going to say something, but the only that came out was, "Cait." The movements used to turn his body so he could face her were good for one thing, though, even if it exposed her body to him, and that was that at least the blanket was still on top of his lower half, so the only thing Cait could see was his back and everything above it.
"Oh my God," Cait said behind her hand as soon as he spoke. There had been a tiny little instant when she thought that maybe he was still asleep and maybe she could just find her bloody clothes and go - go where - anywhere - somewhere not here. But he was awake and even if she fled (and where would she go with NOTHING BUT A SHEET) there would have to be talking about it and awkward questions like how far did we go and oh God now there was a funny feeling in her stomach and she was probably going to be sick and it had very little to do with the hangover, very little indeed.
She repeated her "oh my God" and slid her hand up to cover her eyes for a moment before returning it to her mouth, trying to stop the compulsive shaking that was part shiver and part not, and looked around wildly. Well, there were her shoes, right where she'd kicked them off, but where was everything ELSE that she DIDN'T remember taking off?
Evan had a migrane, most assuredly from his hangover, but was also probably from the situation they were now in. The situation that involved alcohol, nakedness, and one bed...at least, Evan hoped that was all; he couldn't exactly remember what happened after he fell off the bed because he was laughing too hard. Maybe he hit his head? Oh Merlin, Evan hoped so. He was about to say something, but instead he got a flash of memory, of him above Cait, looking down at her-Evan refused to further acknowledge what he remembered. That one flash was more than embarassing. And weird. "Cait," he tried again, his head still buried in the pillow, "Put some clothes on, please."
"I can't find them!" she wailed, her voice still low enough not to be heard outside the room, but unnaturally high-pitched with rising hysteria. She had never, ever had drunk sex before, and hence she had never been stupid enough to have presumably unprotected sex with her best friend, and there were still charms you could do the day after, right, but she'd never learned them so she would have to look them up and anyway her wand was with her robes Merlin only knew where, and besides she was leaving for the Hebrides in only a few hours and it would be the epitome of horrifically awkward to use her mother's library to make sure she didn't get pregnant.
Not to mention the fact that Evan really was more of a brother to her than her actual brother and this felt exactly like she imagined committing incest would feel, and she was really going to be sick any minute but she couldn't go anywhere because of no clothes and the sheet was still partially trapped under him and what if someone saw her in the hall...
Cait was definitely not accustomed to this kind of panic. Or any kind of panic. Usually, when she was upset in some way, the solution was to cuddle up to Evan and inexplicably feel better, but you couldn't do that when cuddling up to (oh God) Evan was exactly the problem.
Evan could tell Cait was in a panic, but he was still Not going to look at her. Especially in front of that damn window. "They're around here somewhere, Cait, they've got to be." He used one hand to feel around the bedside table and then on the floor, attempting to find his wand. His fingers brushed it and he reached over and out of the bed enough to grab it. Evan knew that he was underage, and that using magic was still illegal, even if he was just three weeks shy of turning 17, but his headache was so bad, he couldn't have cared less. So, he flicked his wand in the general direction of the window and the blinds, and was probably lucky nothing happened to Cait, as she was in the way.
Evan was, decidedly, much calmer than Cait. Probably more irritated, but less panicky as well. But that's just how Evan was. Even he had just had sex with his almost-sister.
Caitriona gave a little squeak of startlement when the blinds flew shut, clutching the sheet protectively closer, realising suddenly that people outside could easily have seen her (though not that Evan could have seen her reflection, luckily, as that would have sent her right off the deep end she was already teetering on).
She wished that she could just stop trembling. Surely if she could get some control over her own body, the nausea would subside and she would be able to think something more helpful than oh god oh god oh god. But nothing was coming to mind, and with the sheet in such a fragile state of covering things, she couldn't move very far to look for her clothing.
This had to be an alcohol-induced nightmare. Had to be.
She finally managed to pry her hand away from her mouth long enough to run it shakily through her hair, which must look a fright. Her head was throbbing and her heart was pounding madly. There had to be a good way out of this, had to be, didn't seem to be...
Lord, she felt like she was going to burst into tears, which could not happen.
Cait's squeak was loud in Evan's head. She really needed to leave so he could sleep his hangover off, but to do that, she needed her clothes, and she seemed too freaked out to be able to find them. Really though, they had to be in his room. By now, his father would already have received a letter from the Ministry about his underage magic, but his birthday was in 19, so he doubted the man would care. Evan held out his wand to Cait and said, "Here, Accio your clothes," then promptly changed his mind and did it for her. He dropped his wand to catch her clothing, then held it out to her.
"Shouldn't have done that," she muttered, but underage magic was the least of her current worries. One arm holding the sheet to her, she reached for her clothes with the other, blushing at the sight of her best friend in possession of her undergarments - along with the rest of it, of course.
She somehow managed to get her panties on without dropping the sheet, then turned her back to him to get the bra on, fingers fumbling with the clasp. Fuck, it was never like this with Sirius. Of course, there was never an actual bed with Sirius, either, plus he was Sirius.
Evan's face was still planted in his pillow, so Cait needn't have worried about covering herself up, but again, as Evan couldn't see, he didn't know she'd tried to keep herself covered. He heard the bit about underage magic, but didn't really care. Seriously, with his headache, why should he be worrying about the Ministry and their notices? So he muttered, "You couldn't find your clothes, and if you'd done it, your dad'll have gotten an owl. My dad doesn't care." Whether or not Cait actually understood what he was saying was difficult to say, because Evan was talking into his pillow.
Cait knew Evan well enough to understand him, and besides, she was so hypersensitive at the moment she probably would've heard him thinking if he hadn't spoken. "Yeah. I guess." She managed to get the rest of her clothes on hastily and tossed the sheet onto the bed, crossing to her shoes by the door. "I've got to go, I'm going to my mum's today." She wanted to say something like feel better or we'll talk later, but somehow she couldn't quite manage it; she stood a moment with one hand on the wall beside the door, bracing herself and preparing for the walk of shame. Hopefully she could get to the Floo without anyone seeing her...
Evan heard Cait over by the door, but didn't hear it open. "Don't worry about getting caught. Mum'll still be asleep and Dad's probably at the Ministry or something. He hasn't been in here to wake me up so he'll be out." Evan's father never let him sleep past 9am, and judging by the earlier level of the sun, it was probably about that time, so there was a good chance his father was out.
"Oh God," Caitriona muttered at the thought of Evan's father coming in to wake him. Luckily, that hadn't happened. It would have been a nightmare. Now if she could just get to clothes she hadn't worn yesterday and a brush, neither of their parents would know what had happened.
But she would still know. She would always know.
She tried to find words and couldn't, so she finally just said, "Bye," and left, closing the door quietly behind her.
WHO: Evan and Cait
WHAT: The Aftermath of drunken sex
WHEN: New Year's morning
WHERE: Evan's room
RATING/STATUS: Well, they are both technically naked, but covered, so PG/Complete
It was rare for Caitriona to spend any holiday with her friends, since she was so often being shunted back and forth between her parents, but at the last minute her father had apparently repented of snatching her out from under her mother's nose, and had agreed that she could spend New Year's Eve with Evan.
Naturally, as any good friend would do, she had brought alcohol.
After midnight they had escaped his parents and sat up in his room talking and drinking, and after a certain part all her memories got fuzzy and warm, and Caitriona woke up with a massive headache and to a massive draft. She shivered and snuggled closer to Evan - not creepy in itself, she was used to being close to him - and drew the covers tighter.
Which only led her to the realisation that she was cold because she had no clothes on.
She stifled a shriek and leapt out of the bed, dragging half the covers with her because dammit she was not letting her best friend see her naked oh god he must have seen her last night fucking hell where were her clothes and then realised that he was naked too and it was only self-preservation and not wanting his parents to come see what the yelling was about that kept her from screaming. She clapped a hand over her mouth, the other arm holding the sheet tight against her breasts, trembling from head to foot and looking everywhere but at Evan.
Evan had been warm. Now he was no longer warm. He also thought it was faintly odd that someone was snuggling with him, because it meant someone was sharing his bed, which meant that...alright so Evan wasn't really awake enough to have thought through all that, but he was awake enough to be aware of the fact that he should have been alone. A tiny shriek woke him up even more, and made him quite sure he wasn't dreaming.
He'd been facing away from whoever he had been sharing a bed with, and turned his head to look at her. Cait...oh fuck! His eyes widened as he saw her standing here, his sheet held in front of her to cover herself up, but apparently she didn't know that his east-facing window was pretty much right behind her, showing him everything she was trying to hide from him, everything he should NOT being seeing because Cait was his BEST FRIEND and best friends just DON'T look at each other NAKED, even if they are rather fit and EVAN STOP IT. He burried his head back into his pillow and was going to say something, but the only that came out was, "Cait." The movements used to turn his body so he could face her were good for one thing, though, even if it exposed her body to him, and that was that at least the blanket was still on top of his lower half, so the only thing Cait could see was his back and everything above it.
"Oh my God," Cait said behind her hand as soon as he spoke. There had been a tiny little instant when she thought that maybe he was still asleep and maybe she could just find her bloody clothes and go - go where - anywhere - somewhere not here. But he was awake and even if she fled (and where would she go with NOTHING BUT A SHEET) there would have to be talking about it and awkward questions like how far did we go and oh God now there was a funny feeling in her stomach and she was probably going to be sick and it had very little to do with the hangover, very little indeed.
She repeated her "oh my God" and slid her hand up to cover her eyes for a moment before returning it to her mouth, trying to stop the compulsive shaking that was part shiver and part not, and looked around wildly. Well, there were her shoes, right where she'd kicked them off, but where was everything ELSE that she DIDN'T remember taking off?
Evan had a migrane, most assuredly from his hangover, but was also probably from the situation they were now in. The situation that involved alcohol, nakedness, and one bed...at least, Evan hoped that was all; he couldn't exactly remember what happened after he fell off the bed because he was laughing too hard. Maybe he hit his head? Oh Merlin, Evan hoped so. He was about to say something, but instead he got a flash of memory, of him above Cait, looking down at her-Evan refused to further acknowledge what he remembered. That one flash was more than embarassing. And weird. "Cait," he tried again, his head still buried in the pillow, "Put some clothes on, please."
"I can't find them!" she wailed, her voice still low enough not to be heard outside the room, but unnaturally high-pitched with rising hysteria. She had never, ever had drunk sex before, and hence she had never been stupid enough to have presumably unprotected sex with her best friend, and there were still charms you could do the day after, right, but she'd never learned them so she would have to look them up and anyway her wand was with her robes Merlin only knew where, and besides she was leaving for the Hebrides in only a few hours and it would be the epitome of horrifically awkward to use her mother's library to make sure she didn't get pregnant.
Not to mention the fact that Evan really was more of a brother to her than her actual brother and this felt exactly like she imagined committing incest would feel, and she was really going to be sick any minute but she couldn't go anywhere because of no clothes and the sheet was still partially trapped under him and what if someone saw her in the hall...
Cait was definitely not accustomed to this kind of panic. Or any kind of panic. Usually, when she was upset in some way, the solution was to cuddle up to Evan and inexplicably feel better, but you couldn't do that when cuddling up to (oh God) Evan was exactly the problem.
Evan could tell Cait was in a panic, but he was still Not going to look at her. Especially in front of that damn window. "They're around here somewhere, Cait, they've got to be." He used one hand to feel around the bedside table and then on the floor, attempting to find his wand. His fingers brushed it and he reached over and out of the bed enough to grab it. Evan knew that he was underage, and that using magic was still illegal, even if he was just three weeks shy of turning 17, but his headache was so bad, he couldn't have cared less. So, he flicked his wand in the general direction of the window and the blinds, and was probably lucky nothing happened to Cait, as she was in the way.
Evan was, decidedly, much calmer than Cait. Probably more irritated, but less panicky as well. But that's just how Evan was. Even he had just had sex with his almost-sister.
Caitriona gave a little squeak of startlement when the blinds flew shut, clutching the sheet protectively closer, realising suddenly that people outside could easily have seen her (though not that Evan could have seen her reflection, luckily, as that would have sent her right off the deep end she was already teetering on).
She wished that she could just stop trembling. Surely if she could get some control over her own body, the nausea would subside and she would be able to think something more helpful than oh god oh god oh god. But nothing was coming to mind, and with the sheet in such a fragile state of covering things, she couldn't move very far to look for her clothing.
This had to be an alcohol-induced nightmare. Had to be.
She finally managed to pry her hand away from her mouth long enough to run it shakily through her hair, which must look a fright. Her head was throbbing and her heart was pounding madly. There had to be a good way out of this, had to be, didn't seem to be...
Lord, she felt like she was going to burst into tears, which could not happen.
Cait's squeak was loud in Evan's head. She really needed to leave so he could sleep his hangover off, but to do that, she needed her clothes, and she seemed too freaked out to be able to find them. Really though, they had to be in his room. By now, his father would already have received a letter from the Ministry about his underage magic, but his birthday was in 19, so he doubted the man would care. Evan held out his wand to Cait and said, "Here, Accio your clothes," then promptly changed his mind and did it for her. He dropped his wand to catch her clothing, then held it out to her.
"Shouldn't have done that," she muttered, but underage magic was the least of her current worries. One arm holding the sheet to her, she reached for her clothes with the other, blushing at the sight of her best friend in possession of her undergarments - along with the rest of it, of course.
She somehow managed to get her panties on without dropping the sheet, then turned her back to him to get the bra on, fingers fumbling with the clasp. Fuck, it was never like this with Sirius. Of course, there was never an actual bed with Sirius, either, plus he was Sirius.
Evan's face was still planted in his pillow, so Cait needn't have worried about covering herself up, but again, as Evan couldn't see, he didn't know she'd tried to keep herself covered. He heard the bit about underage magic, but didn't really care. Seriously, with his headache, why should he be worrying about the Ministry and their notices? So he muttered, "You couldn't find your clothes, and if you'd done it, your dad'll have gotten an owl. My dad doesn't care." Whether or not Cait actually understood what he was saying was difficult to say, because Evan was talking into his pillow.
Cait knew Evan well enough to understand him, and besides, she was so hypersensitive at the moment she probably would've heard him thinking if he hadn't spoken. "Yeah. I guess." She managed to get the rest of her clothes on hastily and tossed the sheet onto the bed, crossing to her shoes by the door. "I've got to go, I'm going to my mum's today." She wanted to say something like feel better or we'll talk later, but somehow she couldn't quite manage it; she stood a moment with one hand on the wall beside the door, bracing herself and preparing for the walk of shame. Hopefully she could get to the Floo without anyone seeing her...
Evan heard Cait over by the door, but didn't hear it open. "Don't worry about getting caught. Mum'll still be asleep and Dad's probably at the Ministry or something. He hasn't been in here to wake me up so he'll be out." Evan's father never let him sleep past 9am, and judging by the earlier level of the sun, it was probably about that time, so there was a good chance his father was out.
"Oh God," Caitriona muttered at the thought of Evan's father coming in to wake him. Luckily, that hadn't happened. It would have been a nightmare. Now if she could just get to clothes she hadn't worn yesterday and a brush, neither of their parents would know what had happened.
But she would still know. She would always know.
She tried to find words and couldn't, so she finally just said, "Bye," and left, closing the door quietly behind her.