Margo Hanson (highqueen_bambi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-04-11 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, margo hanson, roman godfrey |
Who: Margo Hanson & Roman Godfrey
When: Backdated: Wednesday, April 1st. Morning.
Where: Margo & Roman's Bedroom
What: They wake up to find that Margo isn't quite herself.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13ish.
Status: Complete
The last couple of weeks had been extremely boring for Margo. Roman had been at work more than usual as a result of the nature of the company and their ability to assist with help during the pandemic. So without Roman around for company most of the day, she had been by herself unless she was facetiming with Eliot and Felix, but it still wasn’t the same as actually being around her fiance and her friends.
Now that the world was going back to normal, Margo had been looking forward to getting back to work and spending time with Eliot and generally just going out instead of being stuck inside the house.
Of course Orange County had other plans.
The moment she woke up she felt like something was wrong. She couldn’t quite place it at first and it wasn’t until she brought a hand up to brush her hair out of her face as it tended to go all over the place while she slept, her fingers reached the ends far too quickly and thinking that somehow her hair had been cut off while she’d slept, her eyes shot open and she sat up quickly, which was when she fully realized what was wrong. “Oh fuck me!”
The reason her hair was so short was not because someone had cut it off, but before she was suddenly a guy.
With Roman’s newfound time off, he mostly didn’t know what to do with it. Staying at home just made him restless and being out of the house made him nervous. At least he had people around him to stop his mind from wandering and to remind him why he hadn’t lost it in this world.
The night before, Roman had sunk his teeth into bags he’d bought from the hospital, full of the finest red anyone could ask for and it helped him fall asleep and stay that way. It was one of those sleeps where you don’t even know it until you wake up and it was a man’s voice that woke him up. He reached over to tell Felix or Eliot to shut up and get the hell out of his bed, but the words only came out as a sleepy grunt.
His hand came down on a body he wasn’t familiar with, though and his eyes opened, flashing. As soon as he looked, he jumped out of bed, fully naked. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded of the stranger. Where the fuck was Margo? As much as he wanted to, he didn’t ask what the stranger had done with her. If the stranger didn’t know about her, Roman didn’t want him to.
Margo wasn’t the least bit surprised by Roman’s reaction and she sighed as she quirked a brow at him; did he really think that someone had broken in, did something to her then decided to go to sleep? “Calm your tits.” She cocked his head slightly, her expression all Margo despite the change to her features, “It’s me. The OC has clearly decided that we haven’t been through enough recently so it needs to fuck with us.” If she ever found out who was in charge of these things, she was going to use all the battle magic she knew on them.
“Uh-uh,” Roman shook his head. It wasn’t going to be that easy. If Roman didn’t already half believe it, he would have summoned his axe, but as it was, he was afraid this guy was actually Margo and wasn’t that just some shit.
“I won’t ‘calm my tits’,” he went on testily as he grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on. “Prove it,” he demanded, because he wasn’t convinced just yet.
She should have expected that response from him, but it didn’t deter her, “I dream about being High Queen of a fictional backwards land and the first time we met we fucked in a changing room.” Margo quirked a brow as she watched Roman, “Convinced now?” Sure, anyone on Valar would know about the first part but the only other person who knew about the second part was Eliot. Okay, and Felix.
It wasn’t so much the words, but the brow quirk that got him. Only one person had that sort of quirk and that was Margo.
“Shit,” he said, finally flopping back on the bed. He shouldn’t have accepted it so quickly, but the OC was like this, pulling little tricks here and there. From the looks of Margo, they weren’t so little either. Roman scrubbed a hand over his face, then shook his head.
“I wish I could get drunk,” he complained as he lied back and shifted Margo’s sheet down so he could have a look.
Well that had been easier than she’d expected, but she was glad that Roman had accepted that it was indeed her. “Getting drunk sounds like a really fucking good idea right now.” She too wished that Roman could actually enjoy the effects of alcohol like everyone else, because she knew that it would probably help to alleviate some of the stress that he carried with him.
Sighing, she glanced over at Roman was he snuck a peak beneath the sheets. As annoyed as she was at having a penis for the moment, she had to admit that at least the OC had given her a good one, “So…” She said, brow still quirked, “Like what you see?” She couldn’t help but tease Roman a little because it was either that or stay pissed and she was too young for frown lines.
Well, it was a dick. That was all Roman could really think about. It wasn’t as if Roman never had curiosities, but when it came down to it, he wasn’t very interested in putting his mouth around a man or much of anything else.
But it was Margo, unless she was hiding somewhere and playing a trick on him which he doubted.
Roman put the sheet back. “Wait until the morning wood starts to push against your prostate,” he warned.
While her body may have changed, for the time being, the one thing that was still the same and was the tell tail sign that she was still Margo, it was the tattoo between her shoulder blades that still housed her Cacodemon. Had she been thinking clearly when Roman had first asked her to prove that she was still Margo, she probably would have simply turned around and shown him that as proof.
At his comment, she couldn’t help but chuckle, “Oh fuck, this is going to fucking suck.” She flopped back down on the mattress, draping her arm across her eyes for a moment before lowering it and turning her head towards Roman once again, “Just be glad that you were spared.”
“Trust me, I am,” Roman assured.
If she’d turned over, he might have buried his face between her cheeks. She was still fucking sexy, that wouldn’t change. As it was, Roman couldn’t resist leaning in and biting the skin above the nipple closer to him. Not much to suck on here, as he’d usually do, but it was still all his.
“So,” he said, tipping his face back up to look at Margo. “If you were stuck in the body of the opposite sex for a while, what would you do?” he asked with a smirk. He knew what he’d do.
Margo would have laughed at his comment again, but he’d moved and his mouth was on her skin, which caused a shiver to travel down her spine and heat to pool in her groin, which wasn’t anything new, but the sensation was something else entirely with her current equipment.
Glancing down at Roman, she brought a hand up to run through his hair, “I thought we just confirmed that I am stuck in the body of the opposite sex.” She quirked a brow and slowly dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, “Do you have any suggestions about what I should do?” She was extremely curious as to what Roman had on his mind.
That hand was bigger and rougher than Roman was used to. The last time he’d felt anything near attraction toward a man had been Peter and, well, they all knew how that had ended up. He moved upward, inspecting skin with his lips, a sigh escaping his own in a warm puff of air as he reached the jut of Margo’s Adam’s apple. He could feel the scratch of Margo’s...for lack of a better word, beard, against his cheek.
“A little of this,” he said, pressing his lips against Margo’s Adam’s apple before he moved higher to Margo’s beard-framed mouth. Funny, he thought, that if Margo as a woman even felt a little bit of hair on her face, she’d probably find a way to use magic to make sure it was gone. “A little of that,” he went on. Then he kissed her, ripping off the bandage. It wasn’t so bad. She smelled different and there was no ignoring the facial hair or the masculine line of her mouth, but he found he didn’t mind it so much.
As Roman’s lips moved up her neck, her fingers in his hair slid to the nape of his neck while her other hand came up to rest on his shoulder, her head tipped back as he kissed at her adam’s apple and a low moan vibrated in her throat. When he finally kissed her properly, she found that she was relieved because it meant that he wasn’t as weirded out by her current body as she had first thought he might be. “I like that suggestion,” She murmured against his mouth before she kissed him back properly.
Maybe this whole situation wouldn’t suck quite as much as she’d first thought it would.