Why... breast... on your phone Who: Dani, Obi What:Late night texts from Charlie wake them up. When: Wednesday, 2am. Where: Dani's House Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for boobs in texts. Status: Complete
2 AM. And the sound coming from Obi-Wan’s phone was not his alarm. Not that the volume was ever turned up. He kept the thing on vibrate, because work was a noisy place. On his bedside table, the rattle of the vibrations was typically enough to wake him. But this was not an alarm pattern. This was the rapid fire of text messages.
The room was dark. Obi fumbled for the phone and squinted at it bleary-eyed.
It wasn't the sound of the vibrations on the table that had woken Dani, but the fact that she'd been curled around Obi, and his movements disturbed her. She made a sort of noise, deep in her throat - one that one might expect from a cat who'd been woken from a nap - and then creaked an eye open.
"Nnh?" Was her only comment.
By that point, Obi was scowling. “It’s Charlie...” he said, voice more baritone than tenor, and gravelly. He began typing. When he was finished, he let his lips fall on the top of her head as a kind of good middle-of-the-night kiss. He bumped his nose.
Dani winced a bit, both at the fact that it was Charlie, and the fact that it was 2am. She wasn't sure whether to be grateful the guy was alive - he'd been at her party after all, so she knew him enough to be sad if something'd happened to him - or unhappy that he decided 2am was a great time to ever text someone.
"Nrghff," came her sleepy reply. She followed it with another wince, and gently tapped the tip of his nose with her finger. Her brain couldn't handle asking him if he was alright yet, though.
It was about then that the image of a naked breast appeared on the phone screen. Obi sat up a little straighter. “Um...”
"Nnn?" Dani blinked her eye open again, and then raised a brow. Because, hello, breast. And it wasn't an unappealing looking one, either. Still half asleep, she didn't bother to hide her favorable reaction to it. She was committed to Obi, but she wasn't dead.
She sat up a little, to get a closer look. And then mumbled, "Why... breast... on your phone."
This was an important question. For as nice a breast as it was, no one had any business texting naked female parts to her boyfriend. Ever. Even if she had just stared at it, herself.
Obi was a bit too confused to really notice Dani’s perked interest in the image on his phone. He was too confused to react to it himself. He swiped the image aside and began to type again.
After Charlie replied again, Obi swiped a hand through his somewhat greasy bed-head and clutched the strands tightly. “Oh god. He wants me to pick him up from a strip club.”
"Oh, a strip club," Dani rubbed at her eyes a bit, and stared at his phone, "Well... are you going to?"
“I don’t want to go to a strip club,” he said, reactively and a little whiney. He was already turning Charlie down. The guy was alive and that was good news, but really what he was asking seemed too much.
"You don't have to go in, Obi..." Dani flopped back against her pillows. She could barely read the text messages to see why it was that Obi had been the one chosen for this kind of thing, "What, is he too drunk to drive? Maybe we could call him a cab."
A few more messages appeared. Obi scooted down beside Dani, stretching out his back. He held the phone above his face, casting dramatic shadows over the both of them. The scowling made it more pronounced. “He says he’s... out of money... But that doesn’t really make sense. He... Why me?”
"Who else does he know?" Dani shrugged a shoulder, and curled back in against him. She was worried about Charlie, but annoyed with him, too. She couldn't really gauge what Obi was feeling, but HE'D been abandoned by the guy in favor of drunken carousing, so... She imagined that Obi was not thrilled with the guy.
Still, leaving him stranded somewhere didn't sit right with her, "I don't think you should just leave him there. I know you want to, and maybe he deserves it, but what if something happens to him?"
In the deeper recesses of his heart or soul or whatever, the idea of leaving Charlie stranded wasn’t sitting right with Obi either. It wasn’t that his feelings had been hurt by being abandoned. He was just annoyed. He’d given the kid a good opportunity, but the kid preferred to get pissed.
With a groan, he closed his eyes for a few moments before turning sideways to look at Dani. “Alright, I’ll go rescue the little shit.”
"You're doing the right thing," She grunted at him, and gave him a thumbs-up. She'd been pretty awake a few moments ago, but was heading back into the realm of half-sleepy.
She didn't offer to go along, and instead laid in wait for him to crawl out of bed. At which point, she wasted no time in crawling over to his side and curling up with his blankets like a conniving blanket thief. She buried her head against his pillow, too, and smirked a bit. The next best thing to sleeping with your boyfriend was sleeping all cuddled up in bed clothes that smelled like him.
Obi turned on the light, partially to spite Dani for having the option of sleeping through the night, but also to search through the drawers for a shirt and pants. He delighted at the sound of her wincing.
“Just let me get dressed without falling over,” he said, which he did. He probably could have without the light, but it was a little more fun this way. Obi returned to the bedside to retrieve his phone, which had gotten lost in the covers. He slipped it into his jeans pocket.
He should have turned off the light at this point. In fact, his fingers were on the knob. But with his other hand, and a rather mischievous smile--one he tried to suppress in favor of a dry stare, but could not--Obi gave the covers a good yank down to Dani’s waist. “...Just wanted to make sure that photo wasn’t the last breast I ever saw. In case I die out there.”