When the Lights Are Out.
Tess/Nash
Pg-13
It definitely had not been easy to get her to his apartment after leaving the party, but he had done it. After a series of long, condemning stares from strangers he had gotten her to his apartment, and now Nash wondered what he was going to do with her.
He laid her down on the bed as he thought for a moment. There really was not much that he could do with her. Well that was unless he went through her purse, and who knew what he might find in there. No, it would be better to let her sleep off the affects of the drug.
He walked over to the closet and dug around looking for something she could sleep in. Finally he found a robe that he never used.
Using only the moonlight that seeped in through the cracks between the blinds to direct him, he managed to slip the girl's dress off of her. He paused for a moment debating if he should bother with her bra and underwear. Remembering that he had a load of laundry they could be tossed in with he made up his mind. She might be spoiled but at least she would have clean clothes in the morning, and a hot shower too if she asked nicely.
With her fully stripped her put the robe on her and pulled back the covers before laying her back down. Even as irritated as he was by her attitude he had to admit that she was pretty. She was far too hot to be roaming around like she was.
He took the laundry down to the building's basement and put it in a washer. The clothes were a good excuse for him to get away from the girl for a while and think.
She had caused him a ton of trouble that day. Stealing the car, his wallet, crashing the party, and costing him Bruce's help. That was the one thing he had definitely needed, but somehow the need to save the girl from Bruce had won over.
He had never had a hero complex and did not intend on developing on then, but it had happened. It had cost him a lot to step in, and he still wondered if he would regret it.
The laundry took two hours to finish, and it had cleared his head out well. Nash took the clothes back up stairs and put his away, leaving hers out for in the morning. Looking at her he gave into temptation.
He took her wrist and looked at the bracelet she wore. His fingers rubbed against an inscription and he turned on a lamp to read it. 'To Jessica, Love Antonio.' It brought more questions and no answers.
Sighing he crashed next to her, but on top of the blankets. In the morning he would look for answers.