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Year Long Scavenger Hunt - MarcusKatie
Harry Potter Collectables - Spines of Lionfish - MarcusKatie.
Wordcount without AN - 457
Hangover Cures
Hungover and ready to beg for death, Katie pulled herself out of bed. From what she could remember of the night before, it had been a lot of fun, but that she couldn't remember leaving the club, let alone remember getting home, was a problem.
She could only hope she hadn't done anything stupid.
Cleaning her teeth to try and get rid of the disgusting taste in her mouth, she barely makes it to the toilet before she empties her stomach of all its contents.
Groaning, she fell back against the wall, tempted to lie down on the floor and let the cold tiles sooth her.
"Bell? What are you doing on the bathroom floor?"
She shrieked, looking up to find the least expected person possible watching her with an amused smile on his face.
"Flint? What the hell!?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "You mean to tell me you don't remember our night together, Bell? I don't know whether to be hurt or insulted!"
"We didn't... You... I wouldn't... You wouldn't... We didn't..." she stuttered, unable to get a sentence out. Her stomach rolled again and she turned back to the toilet.
Marcus leant down, stroking her back gently as he scooped her hair up.
"Nothing happened," he assured her. "You were in a bit of a state, and I brought you home. You vomited last night, and I was worried you'd throw up in your sleep."
"Um, thanks," she mumbled when her stomach settled again. Wincing at the pain in her ribs from straining, she pulled herself to her feet, rinsing her mouth out in the sink.
"Let's go get some food," He said, apparently cheerful again now that wasn't spewing her guts up.
She shook her head. "I'm just going to crawl back into bed and stay there for a week."
"Nah, food will do you good! Just what the doc ordered."
"What the doctor ordered is plenty of bed rest," she muttered, but walked back into her bedroom and grabbed a tracksuit and tank top, attempting to show willing. He had looked after her all night, she probably owed him breakfast.
Closing the bathroom door, she changed as quickly as she could without actually moving to much, and brushed her hair into a ponytail. When she left the bathroom, it was to walk into a now dressed chest. Stepping back, she looked up to find Marcus smiling down at her.
He leant down, brushing his lips against hers. When he pulled away, it was to grin cheekily at her.
"Wouldn't have been the same if I'd done it last night when you were comatose. Go on a date with me?"
She snorted. "Doesn't breakfast count as a date?"
"Not when you're paying, Babe."
