нarтley raтнaway | pιed pιper (soundoff) wrote in wtnvic, @ 2018-07-22 21:50:00 |
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Hartley woke up with a quiet groan to a feeling of pleasant soreness, an arm draped over his hip, and a warm, naked body pressed up against his back. Right. Drinks with Jacob, originally intended as a thank you from the man for Hartley's help getting him settled, had taken a turn the night before. Not that he was complaining. It had been a good night, once he'd explained the concept of safe sex to a man from the nineteenth century. His life was weird. Very weird. But this was a sort of weirdness he could live with. Sliding out from under Jacob's arm, he rolled his eyes as the assassin made an irritated noise, then stole his pillow, all without waking up. Ah yes, he was clearly a terrifying and formidable man. He shook his head, reaching down to snag his boxer briefs, then made his way into the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head as he did so. He started the Keurig for Cisco, then set about making himself some tea. He heard footsteps behind him and figured Jacob had decided to stop being a lazy asshole. "Decided to get up after all?" |