A/N: Anybody love SSX Tricky as much as I do? Well I'm playing around with a first person POV from that time period. Read and Review as you please.
Waking up next to Psymon Stark was strange and a bit startling at first. But the feeling of his ridiculously jacked arm slung across my waist was oddly comfortable. I could feel the heat of his naked body pressed up against my backside, hear his smooth, even breaths in sync with every rise and fall of his rock solid chest.
I turned my body into his embrace and took a few moments to relax and shake off the extreme grogginess of a killer hangover. Once my eyes fluttered open, I found my fingers tracing the binding chains etched into his upper body. Of all the tattoos I've seen on guys there were never any quite as intricate and morbid as these.
As I slid out of bed with nothing but a cotton sheet to cover myself, the realization that Psymon roomed alone due to his maniacal antics gave me even greater ease of the situation. As not to disturb him I used the horizontal slits of sunlight peeking through the blinds to guide me as I collected clothes that had been scattered across the floor the previous night. I found my hoodie right next to the door, then v-neck, bright red bra, jeans, and (ripped, that bastard) panties in a trail leading towards the bed.
I stole a quick glance in the mirror. My smudged makeup gave me the look of a stoned raccoon, complete with bloodshot eyes and a shaggy mane of long, dark hair. The only way to fix this mess was to sit under scalding hot water for half an hour.
Even though I couldn't think of anything sexier than a shower with the man I just had a very long night with, I thought better of it this time and dressed quickly. I noticed Psymon stir in the bed as the bedroom door creaked open. Eyelids cracking open for a millisecond, he rolled over to face the wall with a rumbling yawn. Then more steady breathing.
I dragged my feet down the hallway towards room 112. My very own kawaii roommate was sleeping soundly, thank goodness. Time to shower up and then back to bed for me, hopefully avoiding any awkward questions that I couldn't even begin to fathom answers for. Kaori was very nosy.
Taps on full hot, I felt the relief of the hot steam creeping out of the shower. My head was finally clearing up a little bit.
Tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner sat quietly on the countertop next to tiny soap bars. Kaori had organized her sparkly toothbrush, assorted neon hair clips, and cutesy lip glosses in a line near the sink. It made me feel sick.
It wasn't really Kaori's toiletries. I fell to my knees and worshiped the porcelain god, having a second taste of all the booze I'd downed.
I wiped my mouth and crawled into the shower.
This was going to be a very long winter on the SSX World Tour.