Rating: T
Universe: It's a very, very twisted canon to the point that it's almost AU
Word Count: 400
Summary: They felt the spark but let it slip away... Part 3 of Eclipse series.
Warnings: Hangover and lewd language.
A Sober Start
Mysteries of 'how'd I get home?' were not rare but seldom did she care. She got from point A to B and—best yet—still had her panties on, check the victory box please.
Drunken sleep was the best, no dreams; no nightmares but the morning after affects were barf worthy, Monday afternoon when classes began were no different. Sunglasses had to be worn and headphones with weak music to muffle out the other noise that sparked painful pounds in her head.
Face first flat on a desk was the best policy, why she even bothered to show up was beyond her but she had. Sometimes, the finest lullaby was the murmur of a deep voiced professor—
—lurking, looming, livid lavender puffs of smoke suffocated all. A clawed hand reached out to a green skirt to tug—
—until a yank jerked her awake. A gruff growl left her lips as she tilted her head down to look through the top of her sunglasses to see a pair of glaring hazels—familiar ones but unknown.
"Fuck off," she hissed.
"Crude," he gripped, "somehow I'm not surprised, you weren't much better Friday."
Friday? She cocked a brow with a once over of him, short ebony waves, glasses, clean-cut—not her type, it didn't ring a bell. A drunk her left with dicks, dumb dicks usually.
"Too drunk to remember? No shocker there, either. You bumped into me on my way back from the library and I took you back to your dorm. You couldn't walk straight."
"Thanks?" That had to be what he was looking for; instead he rolled his eyes and looked back to the front of class. One word came to mind, asshole—
—"You jerk! Sit!"—
—For a split second, her auburns grew large as she sat up straight. No, no, not the voice from the dreams. Those came when she slept or spaced out. Not like this… no, madness stay away.
"Hey, you okay?"
Her eyes shot back to him, to lock with his. A spark started up again, a heat rose to clench their chests. Gasps escaped both to find air as they broke the lock.
Neither noticed that class was adjourned or the fading figures of strain after strain of students exiting.
Their breaths came back; he bashfully shot a glance to her just as she did.
Lips parted but neither found the right words to say...
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. I know it's kind of confusing but bear with it.
