Jack and Rae (hotblooded) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-02-10 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | astrid, jack |
Tuesday April 1st 2008 EARLY (like 1am or later)
Who: Jack and Astrid
When: Late!
Where: Astrid's bedroom
What: Drunk Astrid thinks Drunk Jack is Drunk Keagan, since Drunk Jack has shifted to look like her boyfriend to steal her panties.
Astrid was drunk to the point where she was surprised the room wasn't spinning. She rarely ever puked when drunk, and thankfully, she was not at that point at all. She was at the point where she found anything hilarious. And when Rae had actually passed out, Astrid found THAT hilarious, too, and it was time to head to her room. She staggered up the stairs and had finally poured herself on top of her bed, laying down, sprawled out on the bed. She was flushed, and the thought barely crossed her mind that she probably should get into her pajamas. All she managed to do was unbutton her jeans and pull off her shirt, still in her bra.
Fuck, this dude is tall. Jack thought, stepping out Keagan's bedroom with an armful of the clothes he had been wearing earlier. He couldn't put on his clothes after taking Keagan's form; Keagan was a beanpole. Dumping his jeans and tee shirt outside of Astrid's door, he leaned in, sniffed, and cocked his head. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, she moved in her sleep.
So she was there. Alright. Whatever. He looked like Keagan. He didn't walk like Keagan, but he looked enough like him. Still, though...it would probably make things a lot easier if Astrid just.. didn't wake up.
He oozed through the doorway and tiptoed toward her dresser, hoping she had already unpacked everything.
Astrid wasn't really asleep, obviously, so when she glanced over towards her door and saw the shadow move, Astrid turned so she could look at him. Keagan had snuck into her room. Wow, man, she must have seeeriously corrupted him since they started fooling around if he was actually walking into her room at night. As he paused at her dresser for whatever reason, Astrid waited til his back was turned and crept out of bed, silent as could be.
Jack paused, his hands -- Keagan's hands -- on her drawer, and then opened it very slowly, bracing for a noise. Don't wake up, he pleaded, squinting in the dark. Top right drawer. That was the underwear drawer, right?
He was trying to get into her clothes drawer? Wow. That was pretty ballsy of him. Astrid could hear him pull open the drawer and crept a little closer, kind of looking him over. Hmmm... pounce him now? Or pounce him after he grabbed what he wanted from her drawer? Of course, for a chick who didn't think she was sexy, Astrid had plenty of undewear that was lacey and sexy and a few of them were black ones with sparkly little things like 'Unforgettable' on them.
Wow, was that black lace? Holy shit, that was black la---his arm froze, halfway in her panty drawer, and he stiffened. What the hell was that?
He began to turn, slowly.
Astrid didn't let him get all the way around before she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close. "Gotcha..." She whispered, smiling at him. "I thought you were still out with the guys..."
Alarms, fire drills, and a general 'HO SHIT' went off in Jack's head. He sucked in a breath. DAUYM she was quiet! How did she sneak up on him? He was drunker than he thought! His breath smelled of alcohol. The fact he'd managed to shift sucessfully was impressive. He rarely did human forms. Perhaps the lack of concentration was what helped him. Overthinking a shift was the quickest way to muck it up.
"Uh... hey," he said, in Keagan's voice, because Keagan's vocal chords were making the sounds.
"Hey..." Astrid giggled, happy as a bluebird to have what she thought was her boyfriend in her room. "Y'know, if you want to pick out clothes for me to wear, that's, uh, kinda hot but you could have just done it in the morning." Astrid leaned close, giving him a kiss without even thinking. As far as she was concerned, hey, it was her boy.
Jack blinked, barely able to keep up with what he she was saying. "Astrid, I --" aaand her lips were on his. Rather skillfully. He didn't move for a moment, and then his hands went to her waist and just as he returned the kiss, he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose and pulled away. DUDE.
"Heeeey, I, uh, thank you." Thank you? His heart pounded behind his ears and he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently. "Stand there."
"Wow, you're in a bra." An afterthought of shock.
"Of course I'm in a bra," Astrid chuckled, moving where he put her for the moment. "I needed to get pajamas on, but if you're here, maybe we can just skip the pajama part...." Astrid didn't have a long attention span when drunk, and she slipped her arms around his chest again, pulling him close and kissing his neck happily.
Jack let out the most unmanly high pitched nervous laugh he'd ever uttered, his hands moving back to her upper arms. "Uhp uhp uhp.. one second.." Think, think!
"Yooou..." Astrid whimpered, giggling a little and moving her arms so his hands wound up drifting down to hers, and she laced her fingers with his. "Are being mean..."
God, she was like old school Nickelodeon GACK! goo --- everytime he thought he was free, she was clinging somewhere else.
"Haaah.. uhm.. I... idea. Why don't you go wait for me on your bed..."
Astrid gave a little groan, then pushed him against the dresser with a little more force than she meant to, being, y'know, drunk as hell at the moment. "I have a better idea. Why don't you just kiss me and we will get over to the bed at some point in the meantime?"
Jack let out a little grunt as she pushed against him. Then, to his horror, he felt his jeans -- no, Keagan's jeans -- tighten as he grew hard at the thought of her, braless, asking him to head over to the bed.
She's asking KEAGAN, you fucking dipshit.
It was strange, having an erection in another man's body. he had never been aroused before after taking a human form. Ew, am I having Keagan's erection?
And just like that, the problem was gone. He pushed her off him again gently. "Nooo really, I have an idea," he stammered, smiling out of pure nervousness. "You go and get under the covers and close your eyes -- yeah! That's good. Close 'em. And I uh, will come meet you." His back against the drawer, he slid his hand in again, reaching for the first pair of panties he could find while she was distracted and listening to him.
Astrid was willing to accept that for the moment, and she sighed again, smiling. "Okay... okay, you're right... mmm... I should let you get comfortable..." Astrid reached out and slid her hand under his shirt and up his stomach for a sec before turning and wandering her way back over to her bed. She was far too drunk to do anything like actually have sex, and the moment she was under the covers, she let out a little sigh and was already half-asleep.
Which made things for Jack just that much easier. His fist closed around a thin, cottony piece of something. He craned his neck, making sure she wasn't looking, and spun around to do a quick check. If he came up with nothing but a tank top, he'd lose the raid!
Astrid was just about out like a light now, so whatever Jack wanted to steal was going to be easy to get now. Astrid rolled onto her side to face him, but was clearly just about asleep.
Successful, Jack pushed the underwear into the pocket of Keagan's jeans and hightailed it. He didn't even stop speed-walking to pick up his own clothes on the way out. He just ducked down and scooped them up while walking, then almost tripped over his own new long legs, ala Bambi, then barrelled toward the bathroom to change.
Holy shit, she has huge boobs was the last thought he locked he bathroom door behind him and turned on the cold water in the sink.