If she had known this one would turn out to be yet another parallel universe her mouth would not have been so low in the gutter. She was hoping, even praying, that this was not her reality but both the mathematical and the mystical elements of the leap had drawn her to yet another completely unacceptable world.
"Fucking fuck. Seriously just fuck me harder." She raved to no one in particular. It had practically erupted from her. This time she had slipped straight into the middle of a waking nightmare. She muttered under her breath, "I hate my life. I fucking hate my life." Her body in revolt at what her eyes had seen would not allow the mercy of a normal flight response. She stood outside the offending door for what felt like forever.
Leena was the first to wake up as she was the lightest sleeper. Pete was the first to rush headlong out of his room to confront the source of the foul-mouthed disturbance.
Claudia and Steve had almost simultaneously followed suite and turned on the lights.
"You guys. You guys I think there's a leprechaun in the B&B having wild nasty sex." Pete grimaced as he shouted out for the others. Sleep still obscuring his vision he had to blink several times to focus his eyes. The source of the profanities was standing outside HG's room, her door now ajar.
Leena looked particularly disturbed.
"False alarm guys! Not a leprechaun." He clarified as sleep no longer clouded his vision and he got a good look at their uninvited guest.
"More of a Leprechutie." Was his assement.
They were all too stunned to react properly.
The trespasser was petite, no more than 5'3", with a single black braid snaking down her back offsetting her alabaster skin. Her white shirt was missing the first three buttons teasing to reveal a hint of cleavage. And when she turned to face them Pete yelped out, "No, definitely Leprechottie." Rolling her large green eyes she turned and said in an exasperated voice, "Really, Pete?"
Claudia piped up, "Yeah really Pete." Before breaking up in a "Heyyy, how do you-?" And then everyone was chiming in. It really was cartoonish. The look of disgust on Charlie's face was replaced with the beginnings of a smirk.
"Who are you? How did you get in here? How do you know Pete? Why are we all standing around outside HG's bedroom? Where is HG?"
Pete didn't miss a beat trying to turn on the charm, "Have we met? Cause I'd think I'd remember meeting an angel."
Steve just shook his head, "Seriously Pete? Now? Forget it. There's not even an appropriate time for that much lame."
Claudia couldn't help laugh before trying to set her features into a let's-get-down-to-business-shouldn't-we-be-figuring-out-who-this-intruder-is face.
"What you guys it's like nowhere near the buttcrack of dawn and there's this vision just standing in the hallway swearing like a sailor. How am I supposed to react? What is even going on? And how is HG sleeping through all this?" Pete's rambling defence of himself was interrupted at that point.
"I wasn't exactly sleeping darling," Helena drawled with a hint of annoyance. Everyone at this point were struggling to know where to look. HG had clearly thrown something on rather quickly. Her badly buttoned shirt was barely reaching below her hips, and she was clearly sans brassiere. Pete let out a low whistle while his eyes grew saucers. Claudia smacked the back of his head.
But as the English woman's eyes landed on the cause of the commotion, not to mention the cause of her currently frustrated overly-dressed state, they softened momentarily. Then came confusion, swiftly followed by intrigue. And then a flash of pain before they narrowed.
The young woman was looking at her accusingly and something about the way her pretty mouth steeled itself shut was all too achingly familiar.
While rushing her fingers through her hair to avoid the accompanying thoughts a tall brunette woman wearing Helena's skimpy silk chinoiserie robes sauntered up behind her. Placing her chin on the writer's shoulder and arms possessively around the slim waist, HG's shirt hitched dangerously higher. "Why aren't we back in bed?" She kissed the words into her lover's neck. Helena gently disengaged herself, removing the woman's hands from around her waist.
Leena was very disturbed. And not for the reason now reddening the faces of all her family. Leena was seeing something she'd never laid eyes on before. Someone with no aura. Their young break-in artist glimmered. It was as if light itself was passing through her and emanating from her. Maybe angel wasn't the worst descriptor Pete could have come up with.
The Victorian stood tall to address the clearly angry young beauty in front of her, "Well darling, you could have saved all of us a great deal of embarrasment had you merely knocked first. It's always advisable when trying to gain entrance to rooms which aren't ours after a certain hour. Do you not agree?"
"I am a lot of things right now. Embarrased isn't one of them." Came the defiant retort.
"Are you feeling what I'm feeling? Like a woohoo this is so hot feel?" Pete wanted her to clarify.
The girl looking physically ill shouted, "Oh barf, Pete!" She shuddered as a fresh wave of disgust took over her features. "I think I'm going to be sick." He got close as if to steady her and she promptly punched his arm for his efforts.
Claudia and Steve were now closer to their original skin tone. Watching the scene avidly. They both looked at each other. The redhead stage whispered, "Did you just SEE that?" Steve nodded solemnly as if realizing something for the first time.
Helena's eyes widened at her reaction. The other woman tried to capture her girlfriend's attention tugging her shirt from behind, again hitching that damn shirt perilously close to unavoidable exposure and when she got not response from the now frozen woman, pouted, "Let's go back to bed baby."
It was fast becoming an evening of things they weren't expecting. And still the young stunner with the Irish lilt succeeded in blurting out the unexpected,
"Uggh. Shut up Giselle!" And then more to herself, "God I fucking hate that name."
NOTE: My sincere apologies to anyone named Giselle. All characters are fictitious with no basis in reality and any opinions voiced by them are not the author's.
