Aftermath (Part 5)
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I'm gonna die. I know it, I can feel it. My brain's not working, my body is doing even less and my mouth feels like it got slept in by a cat. For all I know, maybe it DID. Does Quatre have a cat? As one hand finds its way onto the lump against my chest and I feel long fur between my fingers, I'm convinced he does. "Great." I muttered. "Of all the ways to spend New Years, I had to get lucky with a Persian." I almost laughed at that, remembering a bit of Quatre's heritage as well as the Manguanacs, and realizing that I could be a lot worse off.
I looked down at my chest and saw a few wisps of blonde coming from the blanket. Waitaminnit... blonde? Cats aren't blonde. My mind went back to the party the night before and I think I uttered a few regards to a certain Arab's parentage that I'll never admit to. Looking down again, I just sighed. Well, there were worse things than waking up with Relena in your bed. I pulled the blanket to the side, half wondering if she could breathe under all that, then got the shock of my young life.
I screamed. I know I did. Not only did I scream, but I wound up scooted back on the bed, my back against the headboard as I clutched the blanket tightly around me. "This is not happening, no way, uh uh..." One hand reached out and shakily lifted up the fringe of bangs that I'd mistaken for fur not long ago... and looked at the blissfully peaceful face of a sleeping Lightning Count. "Oh God, you definately have a warped view of a 'wake up call'."
He murmured faintly and rolled over, taking half the blankets with him, and I wound up nearly choking as my heart lept up into my throat, hearing him speak. "Damnit Duo, stop stealing the covers."
He knew. What the... he KNEW?? I blinked, sitting there in a stupor and trying to organize what remained of my rational thought. Unfortunately, it had flown the coop along with my sanity at that point. I was in bed... with Zechs. In bed... with Zechs. "Oh my GOD, Heero's gonna KILL me!!" I yelped, shrinking back against the bed with widened eyes. I wasn't sober.. not by a longshot... and my brain was reeling with trying to process everything it had just been handed.
Wait... I was drunk. I KNOW how I get when I'm drunk, and Zechs hadn't seemed to be too restricted the night before either. Did we...? I lifted up the blanket, peering underneath and looking for any trace of... oh hells. The blanket dropped back down again and I just stared up at the ceiling. We did. "Oh FUCK."
"Yes, several times."
I blinked, staring in shock at the pair of crystal blue eyes that now laughed at me from the depths of the blanket. He was ENJOYING this?? "I.. but... we..."
"Duo, if you think anyone's going to be angry, you obviously didn't stay conscious long enough to see what was done to some of the others." As he described in detail some of the other 'pairings' going on, I couldn't help but start giggling hysterically. "Heero.. and UNE?? Oh hell, he's got NO room to bitch about you and me now." I collapsed into laughter again, but was brought up short by the distinct feeling of someone's hand trailing up my thigh.
"Exactly... and I don't know about you, but I remember enough about last night to have enjoyed myself greatly."
I didn't know what to do about THAT. I blushed, I know that much... the rest was a stammered reply that I had no recollection of what had happened. Now, I almost wish I DID.
"Well then..." His voice purred. "We'll just have to make sure you have something to remember tonight by, yes?"
Coherent thought? What's that? It's something that left the building immediately after he wrapped his arms around me and slid me back beneath the blankets, capturing my lips with his own.
Happy Fucking New Year indeed!
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TBC
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I'm gonna die. I know it, I can feel it. My brain's not working, my body is doing even less and my mouth feels like it got slept in by a cat. For all I know, maybe it DID. Does Quatre have a cat? As one hand finds its way onto the lump against my chest and I feel long fur between my fingers, I'm convinced he does. "Great." I muttered. "Of all the ways to spend New Years, I had to get lucky with a Persian." I almost laughed at that, remembering a bit of Quatre's heritage as well as the Manguanacs, and realizing that I could be a lot worse off.
I looked down at my chest and saw a few wisps of blonde coming from the blanket. Waitaminnit... blonde? Cats aren't blonde. My mind went back to the party the night before and I think I uttered a few regards to a certain Arab's parentage that I'll never admit to. Looking down again, I just sighed. Well, there were worse things than waking up with Relena in your bed. I pulled the blanket to the side, half wondering if she could breathe under all that, then got the shock of my young life.
I screamed. I know I did. Not only did I scream, but I wound up scooted back on the bed, my back against the headboard as I clutched the blanket tightly around me. "This is not happening, no way, uh uh..." One hand reached out and shakily lifted up the fringe of bangs that I'd mistaken for fur not long ago... and looked at the blissfully peaceful face of a sleeping Lightning Count. "Oh God, you definately have a warped view of a 'wake up call'."
He murmured faintly and rolled over, taking half the blankets with him, and I wound up nearly choking as my heart lept up into my throat, hearing him speak. "Damnit Duo, stop stealing the covers."
He knew. What the... he KNEW?? I blinked, sitting there in a stupor and trying to organize what remained of my rational thought. Unfortunately, it had flown the coop along with my sanity at that point. I was in bed... with Zechs. In bed... with Zechs. "Oh my GOD, Heero's gonna KILL me!!" I yelped, shrinking back against the bed with widened eyes. I wasn't sober.. not by a longshot... and my brain was reeling with trying to process everything it had just been handed.
Wait... I was drunk. I KNOW how I get when I'm drunk, and Zechs hadn't seemed to be too restricted the night before either. Did we...? I lifted up the blanket, peering underneath and looking for any trace of... oh hells. The blanket dropped back down again and I just stared up at the ceiling. We did. "Oh FUCK."
"Yes, several times."
I blinked, staring in shock at the pair of crystal blue eyes that now laughed at me from the depths of the blanket. He was ENJOYING this?? "I.. but... we..."
"Duo, if you think anyone's going to be angry, you obviously didn't stay conscious long enough to see what was done to some of the others." As he described in detail some of the other 'pairings' going on, I couldn't help but start giggling hysterically. "Heero.. and UNE?? Oh hell, he's got NO room to bitch about you and me now." I collapsed into laughter again, but was brought up short by the distinct feeling of someone's hand trailing up my thigh.
"Exactly... and I don't know about you, but I remember enough about last night to have enjoyed myself greatly."
I didn't know what to do about THAT. I blushed, I know that much... the rest was a stammered reply that I had no recollection of what had happened. Now, I almost wish I DID.
"Well then..." His voice purred. "We'll just have to make sure you have something to remember tonight by, yes?"
Coherent thought? What's that? It's something that left the building immediately after he wrapped his arms around me and slid me back beneath the blankets, capturing my lips with his own.
Happy Fucking New Year indeed!
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TBC