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Characters: Adelaide and Gray Setting: Gray's house, Montreal. January 1st 2011. Rating: omglolreally Summary: What it says on the can. Adelaide had a splitting headache and a memory problem. She knew that much before she was even fully awake. The events of the previous night were less than a blur. She remembered talking to Quinn and then going on an adventure. She just didn't remember what that adventure was, thanks to a particularly potent blend of alcohol and a pretty green pill. She should really stop doing that. A slight shift and her neck cracked so loudly she couldn't help but wince, opening one eye carefully. This was not her room. This was not Leon's room. In fact, she was pretty certain she had never seen this room before in her life. And she had no idea how she'd gotten there. Wakefulness came pretty quickly after that. As did the realization that in this strange bed in this strange room, she was not alone. Indeed, amongst the tangle of arms and legs that she could feel rather than see, there was another person. One with his face in her neck and his hand in her sweater. She looked down, and made a teeny noise of horror. The arms currently encircling her were tattooed-- and she knew Leon didn't have any. She was in a strange bed in a strange room with a strange man. Oh god, she would never drink again. Tags: !incomplete, gregoire leclair
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From: gregoire |
Date: January 8th, 2011 02:55 am (UTC) |
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Gray was a heavy sleeper, especially after a night of heavy drinking. Though for some reason, the shrill little noise that sounded out so close to his ears did the job pretty nicely. That was not a noise you wanted to hear when you were sleeping.
"Hmnn?" Gray made a questioning noise, still half asleep, refusing to open his eyes. As he drifted into consciousness, he became more and more aware of the girl--or woman he was lying next to. Still, he refused to open his eyes, combating the light by burying his face in her hair. She smelled nice. Nice-ish. Vaguely like fresh shampoo, and beer.
That's when he remembered the party and his eyelids, however heavy, fluttered open.
Oh jesus. It was Addy.
"...Hey." He said, pulling away slightly, and only slightly, and not really doing much about the fact that his hand was on her tit.
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From: legaux |
Date: January 8th, 2011 05:13 am (UTC) |
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A pained little whine escaped her throat and she flopped back into the mattress. "Fuck." She swore into the pillow, before rolling over just enough to eyeball him. "Fuck, Gray! Really?"
Man, she just couldn't help but fuck things up, could she? Seventeen and she'd already slept with two guys. Within a week of one another, no less. Jesus, A-grade slut much?
She sighed and rolled onto her back; staring at the ceiling and pressed along his side. Well, he'd been inside her, what did it matter if she was wedged up against him now? "So, are you going to tell me what we did?"
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