Sooo I had the urge to write this down, I'm not even a fraction as good as some authors on here, but it kept bugging me. I've undecided the actual plot other then this short scene. AND I don't know if it would suit the characters, both are incredibly difficult to capture accurately I think. Anyway reviews/oppinions would be immensely grateful plus names for oc characters...
She felt a cold brush across her feet causing her to look down.
'Aww damn it! Where are my socks?!' She paused and glanced around the room, seeing nothing she took another glance, stopping for a second when she saw the bed. 'What a way to lose a sock' she sighed, 'errrm…no, I don't need them' she thought with a final shake of the head. Stepping over discarded jeans she continued on with her plan entitled…runaway.
'Yet', she thought, and stood in place, 'who leaves socks after a night of wild passion? It doesn't exactly shout hot-blond-with-killer-legs rocked your world.'
This was the angle she was aiming for.
Biting her lip she turned to face the bed, staring at the sleeping man.
'A bra maybe, lace thong, very possibly, but socks!? No that wouldn't do'. She froze then continued on with her silent debate after the sleeping man stirred and relaxed once again.
'Maybe I could do a swap? Or try to cancel out the socks? But then I'd have to leave both bra and knickers.' She thought for a moment, and then shook the idea out of her head. 'No. I can't do that...plus I's have to undress again' she chewed her lip more.
'No I'll just grab the socks and leave, it's a risk I'll just have to take…'
Stepping back over to the bed, she settled down her clutch, and crouched down so her head and shoulders were all that could be seen over the large matrass. Things felt a little intense and she rolled her eyes over the notion. Slowly she slid her hands under the bottom of the quilt feeling around for her missing clothing.
'Avoiding the feet' she thought yanking her had safely out of foot-reach.
Having difficulty, and not believing her luck of a silent getaway would last much longer, she grew impatient, and slipped her hands out the lift the sheet slightly.
Peeking under the bottom half of the bed she suddenly paused when movement could be both heard and felt.
She snapped her eyes shut in hopes that her night hunk, as she would refer to him as, would settle down and stay asleep.
Her lips moved in a silent plea. 'Please, please, please.'
More movement ensued.
She opened her eyes with dread, looking over the top of the bed seeing a sleepy pair of blue eyes gaze back with confusion, and a little amusement she noted.
'Aww shit. I was sooooo close!'