Your now-traditional Friday Meme!

[stillcantswear.livejournal.com]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME!

We haven't done this one in a while, and it usually ends up being cracktastic fun. (I'll just have to remember to turn off comment notifications this time...)

Rules
1. Post as your character, who should be asleep somewhere with somebody else next to them. They don't remember how they got there, and they don't really remember what happened last night. (For extra credit, it could also be a couple of somebodies.)
2. Wake up. Freak out. Rinse. Repeat.
3. Have fun~!

PS- Alcohol doesn't have to be involved, and neither does sex. Use your imaginaaaations!

Comments

[morphitudinous]

[Warmth is a mutually favored attribute with these two. Billy smiles in his sleep, his head drifting closer to a shoulder. It smells nice here, and the hugging is oh so pleasant.]

[savin-ur-data.livejournal.com]

[Mei Ling smiles as well, burrowing her head into the space between the neck and the chest. So warm and nice. She mutters something pleasant.]

[morphitudinous]

[He trails gentle fingers over her shoulder, sweeps away hair, and breathes deeply. It's so safe and comfortable here.]

Mmm...mornin'

[...pillows don't usually have hair, do they? He shifts, opens his eyes, and...freeze. No way. This can't really be happening.]

[savin-ur-data.livejournal.com]

Morning. [She mumbles back. She is too tired to think this is strange]

[morphitudinous]

[This is bad. Very bad. He's snuggled up against his crush and it's...nice. He feels safe and happy next to her. Billy wishes this wasn't a problem and that he could wake up this way more often. But since he has no right to her, it is.]

Mei Ling? [He doesn't think he can escape without fully waking her, so he settles for gently drawing back and tapping her arm.]

[savin-ur-data.livejournal.com]

Hm? [Before opening one eye half-way rather groggily. And...]

Oh dear. [She definitely isn't supposed to be here. She turn a bright red before realize she has made no efforts to separate herself from this situation. She just sort of... gently scoots back. It's not that she didn't like it, it just was all sorts of not appropriate]

Morning.

[morphitudinous]

How...what in the world did we do?

[He glances at her and then back at the ceiling, very obviously blushing. And trying to substitute for the lost warmth by crossing his arms over his chest.]

Are you all right? Aside from what's happened to us, that is.

[savin-ur-data.livejournal.com]

I... [She doesn't know what happened. She furrows her brow]

I'm alright. Are you okay?

[morphitudinous]

[Covertly runs a self-check. He's unbruised, not unexpectedly sore, and...still wearing boxers and ridiculously low cut wifebeater.]

I'm healthy as far as I can tell. [Nose pinch. Anything to divert his body from continuing to produce the blush response.]

The only thing bothering me at the moment is our predicament. To be precise, how it happened. We both went to our rooms last night, correct? And neither knew the location of the other's room?

[Head hurts. He rubs the forehead wearily.]