Dresden Academy

Who: Hawthorne, Cinna, and Bernadine
What: Our happy halloweeners wake up the morning after a serious night of debauchery.
Where: 'Abernathy's' dorm room
When: Saturday October 29th, morning.
Rating: NSFW at all.

When Cinna woke up fuzzy-headed after the secret Halloweenfest afterparty, it didn't come as much of a surprise. There was more alcohol on offer at that one event than at every other event during the year combined.

Where she woke up was a bit more of a surprise. She was wedged in between two very sticky, slippery, glitter-covered bodies. One was snoring shamelessly; the other just a little too silent. She nuzzled down into Bernadine's chest to make sure she was still breathing (as cool as an autopsy report of 'death by serious partying' would be) and shoved back against Thorn to try and get herself some more space. She wasn't nearly awake or sober enough to try and make her way back to her own room.

Thorny groaned as Cinna shoved against him. "Quit it," he said still a little drunk. Bits and pieces of the evening before started to fall back into place as his mind began to wake up. He grinned, because he couldn't quite believe it. Then he peeked open his eyes to find that a very naked Cinnamyn was pressed up against his body and on the other side of her was a very naked Bernadine.

Holy shit. We actually did it.

He nuzzled into Cinna's hair. "Mornin'," he whispered.

"You quit it," she mumbled into Bernadine's chest, bouncing her backside against him again. "Tryin'a sleep. Gon' wake her up."

Bernadine felt lips on her chest and heard voices before she was properly awake. "Too late," she mumbled, but she didn't open her eyes because she thought for certain she was still dreaming.

Thorny groaned again as Cinna's backside pressed against him, but this was a groan of an entirely different nature. "Sorry Abs." He leaned over Cinna to press a kiss to Bernadine's temple. As he moved back he slathered a more serious kiss to Cinna's lips.

Cinna protested slightly as she was crushed into the mattress when Thorn leaned over her, but her annoyance was quickly soothed by his lips and tongue against hers. She grinned sleepily, then rubbed her cheek against Bernadine's breast. "Awesome party, bros. You chugged like a champ, Abby."

"Never again," Bernadine moaned. She felt completely unclean, sticky and sore. She opened her eyes because this wasn't a dream and clearly, everything she remembered from the night before had actually happened. She was naked in bed with Abernathy's best friend and former boyfriend. And how they got naked... Bernadine was trying to decide if she could ever broach the subject of losing her virginity to both Hawthorne and Cinnamyn.

"Oh no, Abby Ford. Every party. Every party from now on has to be exactly like this," Thorn insisted, reaching over and squeezing Bernadine's shoulder. "That shit was off the fucking hook. Goddamn legendary."

"You loved it," Cinna insisted. "You're a screamer. You were wailing like a ghost and begging for mooooore. Except that one part where your neck was sore... my arms hurt." She pouted. "I bet my ass is bruised." It would want to be, with the combination of squeezing and smacking it had received last night.

Oh god. She did and she worried they hadn't been clever enough to cast some sort of muffling spell on the door and walls. Please, please don't let anyone else have heard. The walls in the dorms weren't terribly thick. "My everything is sore," she said quietly.

To that Thorn's face popped up over Cinna's shoulder. "Better be," he teased and gave her a proper grope. Despite however sore and filthy he might be, Thorn was ready for more. "Oh shit, I just got a great idea. Let's sneak into the showers and save some water."

"Oh my god, you'd do anything to see us naked," Cinna teased, as though they weren't both completely naked with him already. "You save water on your own, Abby and I will be a while. We need to get glitter out of... everywhere. Everywhere, ugh!" She couldn't see all of herself or the other girl, but she could feel the gritty glitter flakes all over her... everywhere.

"He's already seen us naked. Sort of." Her room had been mostly dark when they'd stumbled into it last night. She turned on her desk lamp rather than the overhead dome light. It didn't cast light very far. She half wondered if she'd turned on the bright light would things have gotten as out of hand as they did.

Thorn giggled happily. "You think you're the only one who got glitter bombed?" He signaled them with rock and roll fingers and hopped up on the bed to show them quite proudly how covered he was. And maybe to let them know he was good for another round if they were so willing.

Looking over her shoulder at the display, Cinna burst into uncontrollable giggles. "There's glitter on your dick! Omigod Abby, look, he's full Edward. It's not my fault after all; it's Thorn's sparklejizz!" She started laughing so hard her chest was hurting. "It's in your hair!"

Bernadine grabbed at her hair, freaking out that there was jizz or sparkle in her hair. Or worse, both. "Put that shit away Thorn."

He shook his hips back and forth, making his glittery dick swing around precariously close to Cinna's breasts. "Lighten up Abby! Come on and play with us." And with that he slapped Cinna's boob with his cock.

"Thorn!" Cinna pulled a face and grabbed his cock to stop him waving it around. "That is so fucking disrespectful!" She looked over her shoulder and pouted at Bernadine in the hopes that she'd tell him off. "He's treating me like an object!"

If her memory was entirely accurate, they'd all been treated like objects at some point in the evening. Even Thorn. She stuck her tongue out at both of them. "Treat him like an object back." She got up and darted to her closet to find a robe to cover up with. Laying naked in bed with the two of them was just weird now that she was beginning to sober up.

"Baby, you can treat me like an object any time you like," Thorn offered. He shifted his hips just enough to thrust in Cinna's hand. "Come on, let's go clean each other."

"You just want to be a bar of soap. Or a dildo. Ha! Transfigure yourself into a bar of soap and we'll leave you in Abby's shower. A dildo-shaped soap!" She laughed to herself, pumping her hand up and down Thorn's shaft as though it were perfectly natural to be carrying on a conversation like this. She didn't notice that Bernadine was finding it awkward and attempting to escape. "He'll get all the hard to reach places!"

Bernadine watched them from across the room. She had a choice, which was either to join them or run away and hide in the shower across the hall. Or to invite them into the shower, which is what Thorn had been trying to do for some time now. "Come on glitter dick," she said tossing him a spare towel to wrap around himself. "You too Tinkerballs."

Thorn was reluctant to wrap the towel around himself, but he gently pulled away from Cinna's hand and did as Bernadine instructed. He waited at the door while she peeked out to make sure no one was around. She ushered Thorn across the hallway first, nodding him into the closest shower. She passed another towel to Cinna and shrugged. "I don't think anyone would question the two of us walking into a shower. He's the problem," she added with a little giggle. It was unbelievably accurate.

"Is that a good thing?" Cinna laughed. It was probably true that no one would question the two of them going into the bathroom together. Probably even only in towels; it was kind of a best friend ritual. "We'll just have to keep him quiet! Well, for him. Or I'll just have to be loud over him. I can do that. What time is it?"

Bernadine cast a look to the clock on her desk. "It's almost noon. If we hurry we might be able to make brunch. Though you're going to have to borrow something from my closet so we don't look like we're doing the breakfast of shame." She made her way across the hall with Cinna in tow and locked the bathroom door behind them. Thankfully the showers here were big enough to accommodate a small party.

Thorn was already naked, standing with his hand under the running shower. "So nice of you to join me," he said leaning over and placing a very wet kiss to Bernadine's cheek while he used his free hand to tug her robe open.

"I dunno Abby; I love you, but I don't think you have any clothes I want to be seen dead in." She said it with a big grin, no harm meant. "Maybe we can swing by my room and at least get some fresh panties, c'mon." Come to think of it, she wasn't even sure where in Abernathy's room her panties were-- or if they even made it that far.

Once in the bathroom, Cinna ditched the towel. She rushed up behind Thorn and stuck her hand in under the water. "Is it warm yet? Put the hot on more!"

Thorn turned the dial as Cinna instructed and stepped in directly under the running water.

Bernadine huffed at Cinna, but she agreed. Abernathy's wardrobe was mostly jeans and flannel. She didn't have any pretty things to wear. She shed her robe finally and stepped into the shower behind Thorn. At least then he'd be spending more time looking at Cinna, hopefully. She wasn't as self-conscious about being naked as Abby was, but this was easily the weirdest situation she'd ever landed in.

Of all of them, Cinna was probably the least self-conscious about nudity. The cheer squad shared a locked room with the sports teams, and in an effort to avoid the boys they all tended to pile in the showers together. They soon got over trying to keep everything covered out of necessity; the hot water in the lockers didn't last nearly as long as it did in the dorms. That said, she didn't think she'd ever shared a shower out of choice.

"Are we going to have to throw out the soap? It's gonna be covered in glitter, and I can think of at least one of your suitemates will flip a shit if she ever finds out there was dick on the soap." Cinna couldn't help but snort at that, because it sounded like a horrible sort of prank to play on someone. 'Dick-on-your-stuff'.

"I'll stock up at the school store," Bernadine promised, handing one bar to Cinna and taking one for herself. "If I get covered in shitty black hair dye, Thorn, you're dead to me."

"Does that mean I won't get to stick my..."

Bernadine poked him very firmly in the ass to stop him from continuing. "Never again."

Thorn showed Cinna exactly what a shame he thought that was. "Think you can talk her into doing this again?" he whispered seductively, stealing the soap from her hand to rub her wet body.

She lifted her hands above her head and let Thorn have at with the soap, pleased to be the center of attention. "Mm," she answered noncommittally, amazed that they'd talked Abernathy into doing this a first time, let alone trying to get her to do it again. "Maybe if you're super good." She was definitely up for it again; what she remembered of the night had been a lot of fun. "You'll have to do everything she tells you in the meantime," she teased. "Right, Abby?"

Bernadine rested her head in between Thorn's shoulder blades. She sighed because she was thinking however awkward she was feeling at the moment, last night had been phenomenal. She'd had a lot of fun and got to explore her sexuality. All those little bruises that were beginning to blossom under the hot water would serve as pleasant reminders of the crazy night spent together.

"Maybe," she mumbled and kiss his back. She wrapped her arms around him and started to soap his chest two handed. "But he has to be very, very good." She peeked around to Cinna and smirked at her sister's loud and very exuberant best friend. "You'd want to do this again? With me?" she whispered as if Thorn couldn't hear them standing between them as he was.

"Oh, you think I'm gonna up and change my third all of a sudden?" She grinned and bit Bernadine's forearm lightly. "In a totally, non-friendship creepifying way, there's no girl I'd rather bone!" She took the soap out of her hands and curled her arms around the two of them, lathering up Bernadine's back. "Except maybe Professor Olivier. I would do her so hard both of you would cream with jealousy."

Bernadine rolled her eyes, if only because she'd probably bang Olivier too. She couldn't say so out loud because then Abernathy would have to live with the reputation. And here Abby thought she'd only be getting the upside of this situation.

Thorn was practically purring, squished between two beautiful girls whom he'd had the pleasure of engaging in lascivious acts. And it was starting to sound like they both might like to do so again. He wasn't going to push his incredible luck by saying something stupid, so he let the girls soap each other up around him and only slightly rubbed himself on them to 'share the soap.'

"All right, come on lollygaggers. Let's get clean fast. I need some pancakes in me stat."

"I need my scrambled eggs," Cinna agreed. "If I get hit by a car today and my autopsy reads 'stomach contents: semen and cheez-its' my mom will be pissed." Mostly about the cheez-its.

Bernadine groaned when Thorn laughed. "At the very least we have to get all this glitter off him so nobody knows he was here."

Thorn tossed up his arms so the girls could better bathe him. "So, I don't even get to tell anybody about winning the lottery last night?"

"Ever," Bernadine said and grabbed his dick just to prove the point. She squeezed him a little harder than should be pleasurable and threatened him sotte voce. "Do it and the only time I ever touch you again is to rip your dick off." Then she went about rubbing him with soap as if she hadn't just handed him the worst threat a teenage girl can muster.

Cinna reached up on her tiptoes to land a small, consoling kiss on his lips. "Remember. Everything she says." And wasn't that going to be a challenge for him.

Thorn had no idea, at least not yet. But if he could pull this off... He did as his ladies instructed, managed to get all of the glitter off himself and tangled his newly dyed black hair into an acceptably messy mass. He could probably get away with wearing his costume, though he'd have to get the leather jacket zipped up or risk being kicked out of the dining hall.

Bernadine kicked Thorn out of the shower first and told him to tiptoe quietly back across the hall. She felt shy being alone with Cinna in the shower now, but she was out and drying herself off with a spare towel. It was almost too weird to say anything. "You want to borrow something of mine to get back to your dorm in?"

"Probably a good idea," Cinna conceded. "I dunno what condition my Tink dress is in. It's probably covered in booze." She sighed. Plaid it was. "You have to let me dress you sometime. Maybe you'll like wearing dresses, did you ever think of that?" She squeezed the water out of her hair and grabbed up the towel she'd come in with.

Bernadine snorted in a way that was so true to Abernathy she couldn't help laughing afterward. It was an entirely appropriate reaction for Abby to the question at hand. "Yeah, maybe." She finished toweling off and darted across the hall to find Thorn full, finally, thankfully dressed. She dashed into her closet and dressed under her towel. Thorn wasn't hiding that he was enjoying the view. She picked out the least Abernathy of Abernathy's clothes and tossed them to Cinna. "This will get you to your dorm," she teased.

She grinned and dropped the towel to put them on. "What, are they portkeys?" She teased back. "You would have a portkey to my dorm. You sneak in at night and watch me sleep, don't you?" She picked up the towel again and threw it at Thorn's face when she caught him looking. "Trying to get un-naked, here!"

Thorn shrugged. There was no use denying it, since he'd been caught. "She's got a pair of shorts that portkey directly into my pants."

Bernadine coughed in an attempt to cover up her laugh. She shouldn't have been so amused by Hawthorne. "And a set that portkeys him straight to Walsh's office." She shook her head at the two of them. "Come on jerkface, let's get you out of the suite so you can pretend you came from your own dorm to pick us up for breakfast."

"Bitch! You could have lent me them!" Cinna set her hands on her hips and attempted the sort of stern look she managed when Abby did something seriously bad, like trying to wear converse to prom. Instead, she just managed to look a bit constipated. She wasn't very good at pretending to be annoyed.

She just shook her head at the suggestion of getting Thorn out of the suite. "That's just a good way to get caught. He already came to pick us up when we were all sneaking around not getting caught in the shower." She didn't quite understand the big deal about not getting caught with Thorn in the dorms, because she was perfectly happy for anyone to assume whatever they liked about what happened after Halloweenfest, it didn't bother her at all. But she knew that for whatever reason, Abernathy had already gotten her panties in a knot about the prospect of someone finding out. No point making that worse. "Just get moving. I want my eggs."

Bernadine sighed at Cinna's easy come easy go attitude. Thorn was worse, grinning like a fox in the hen house. They wanted to get caught. It would make the events of the night before come out and then everyone would know would 'Abernathy' had done with them. "Oh fine. Come on." She opened her door and stepped out, trying not to care about anyone they might run into on their way out of the dorms.

Thorn zipped his jacket up all the way and offered his arm to Cinna. "My lady," he said graciously and then leaned in to whisper: "she'll come around." Hopefully.

Cinna curled herself around Thorn's arm daintily. "Such a gentleman! I'd come around for that," she said pointedly, though grinning like a madman. Though, that much had been clear for a while. She'd been trying to fool around with him for ages.

She'd do her best to keep a finger on the pulse anyway; see how Abernathy might be persuaded on the matter. And if all else failed, the Winter Social was coming up, and if history was anything to go by, she tended to become very affectionate when alcohol and festive events were combined.