Characters: Emilie, Ciaran, and the Devlin clan
Setting: January 1st. The Devlin Penthouse, Central Park West.
Content: Emilie? Also swearing, sexual references, and possible violence
Summary: Emilie and Ciaran are discovered by her family. Awkward and Humiliation await. 8V


Emilie startled awake, gasping for air like the newly risen dead. The room was still dark, though the barest hint of sunlight peeked out from under black velvet curtains. She was confused, dizzy, blearily looking around her room for the source of what had woken her, and finding instead that she'd been resting her head on someone's chest. Her eyes dragged upward until she recognized who the hell she had been sleeping face down on top of.

"Hmph," she made a small amused sound, smirking down at him. A dull ache that seemed to cover her whole body just served as a simple but effective reminder of the night before. Not that she really needed it with a naked boy in her bed.

Unfortunately the sound that had woken her chose to repeat itself at this moment.

'Emilie! Wake up! It's New Year!' Several voices clamored from behind her door, the door-knob jiggling despite being locked.

"Fuck." Emilie peeled herself off of Ciaran, twisting and sitting upward in the bed. The triplets were some of the last people she wanted to see right now. Other than her dad. …Who was home for once.

"FUCK!"