You feel her staring at you so you crack an eye open and glance over at her. She has the most indulgent smile on her face which makes you chuckle. You open your eyes fully, turning your head to look at her. She's propped up on her elbow, her right hand lightly stroking your sternum.
"You're staring," you say as you look towards the ceiling.
"You're beautiful," she responds. You chuckle again at her words. She brings her hand up to your cheek, silently asking you to turn to face her, which you do. "What's the laughter for?"
"I guess I'm not used to people calling me beautiful, is all," you answer honestly. She swipes her thumb across your cheekbone, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
"You must surround yourself with fools, then darling," she says
She smiles at the blush she elicited. "You know, I didn't really have high hopes for this weekend," you admit.
"Why not?"
"It's my high school reunion," you tell her. You have no idea what's causing you to open up to her like this. Maybe it's the sincere look in her eyes or the way she's caressing your face, or possibly due to the intimacy you and she just shared. Whatever it is, you don't want it to stop. "High school wasn't the best time for me."
"More fools?" she asks with a smile.
"I guess, yeah," you smile back. Your gaze returns to the ceiling as you rest your hands on your stomach. "I can't believe I just had sex with H.G. Wells," you muse.
"Oh, was that what this was about?" she inquires playfully, her hand sliding back down to your abdomen. "Bedding the infamous author?"
"No," you reply with a smirk. "I'd be lying, though, if I said that it wasn't enticing." You roll onto your side, your hand reaching up tucking the silky strands of her hair behind her ear. The tip of your index finger lightly strokes her temple as you continue. "Having the brilliant mind that came up with those worlds that I used to lose myself in, having her in my bed…it's pretty unbelievable." She doesn't blush at your words, like you would be likely to do, but you do feel a shift in the air. You can't quite read the look in her eyes anymore. "I have no idea what's gotten in to me…I don't usually do this sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?"
"Invite near strangers into my bed. I've never…this fast with anyone before."
She leans over, kissing your cheek before sitting up. "Would it break the mood entirely if I had to use the loo?"
"No," you chuckle. "Go ahead. Just hurry back."
You watch as she climbs out of the bed, the sheet that had been covering her from the waist down slipping completely off her as she stands up. Your eyes never leave her, traveling down her toned back, firm ass, and shapely thighs. She smirks at you over her shoulder before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door. Once she out of sight, you drop your head back into your pillow, shaking your head with a sigh.
"Holy shit," you whisper to yourself. "What the hell am I doing?"
You lay there, running scenarios through your mind of what will transpire once she returns, when you feel something pulling inside of you. You gasp, clutching at your chest as a wave of dizziness overwhelms you. When you blink your eyes open, you're standing in the hallway of the bed and breakfast.
"What the hell?" you whisper, turning around as you take in your surroundings. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in pane of glass on a nearby shelf, only it's not you staring back. You blink your eyes and look again and you see the same thing. Pete's reflection is staring back at you. You bring your hand up to your face, Pete's reflection does the same.
Your still staring at yourself, or…at Pete's self, when you feel a phone vibrating in your pocket. You quickly fish it out of your (Pete's) jeans pocket, answering it hesitantly.
"Hello, is this Pete?" you ask as you answer the phone.
"Whoa," you hear your voice on the other end of the line. "Well, I-I'm not sure. I mean, is this, uh, Myka?"
"I don't know. I-I look like Pete, but I don't feel like Pete."
"You feel like me, right? I-I mean, like Myka."
"Pete," you exasperate. "What the hell happened?"
"Uh Jeez, I-I don't know," he answers timidly. "I would say we, uh…switched bodies."
"Pete? Am I you?"
"Oh, yeah, we definitely switched bodies." You know that tone of his, even in your voice, which quickly brings to mind the state you were in before you blinked your eyes open as Pete. The anxiety at finding yourself in Pete's body is quickly replaced by the anxiety, and fear, of Pete finding out what you were doing, and more importantly who you were doing it with. "Holy shit, Mykes. I'm naked…Why am I naked?"
"Shit," you curse under your breath. "Pete, just get dressed and leave the room. Please." You practically beg over the phone. You don't think that his reaction would be as severe as Artie's, but you don't want to find out.
"What's going on, Mykes?" he asks.
"Pete," you start, but before you can say anything else, you hear that lilting English accent on the other end of the line.
"Myka, did you say something?"
"Myka, what the hell?" he asks, not quite angrily, but not exactly calm either.
"Okay, this body switch is obviously artifact related," you say focusing on the lesser problem. "I mean, I saw a flash of the Griffin."
"Me, too," Pete replies. "But are you seriously ignoring the naked fugitive that just exited the bathroom in your hotel suite?"
"Pete, please," you sigh. "Let's fix the more pressing issue first, and then we can talk about-"
"Who's that on the phone?" You hear behind you.
"Pete," you start to say as you turn around.
"Hey, is that Kelly?" Pete asks quickly.
"Myka," you stutter, your eyes widen at the sight of Kelly standing there wearing only Pete's shirt. "I mean, it's my- my partner, Myka. It's the girl." You turn away, talking to Pete again. "Myka, hi, uh, Hmm, yes, I will go to the office to pick up the file."
"Myka," he bites out.
"I'll be there in about three hours, okay? And in the meantime, just don't…just wait for me. Please?"
"Okay," he sighs.
"And put some clothes on."
