She woke up. And remembered.
Scowling, she hit him in the face with her pillow.
Alec awoke with a start and demanded sleepily, "What the hell was that for?"
"I told you I was going to kick your ass later for taking advantage of me like that," she reminded him. "Consider this later."
Instead of looking even remotely scared, he commented with an infuriating smirk, "You're so cute when you're angry." Before she could respond, he continued, "Besides, you weren't exactly warding off my unwanted advances."
Since she couldn't think of anything to say to that, she did the only other thing she could do: she hit him where it counted. He barely suppressed a groan of pain as she glared at him.
"Still think I'm cute?"
He didn't answer. Not that she really expected him to. "I'm taking a shower," she announced. "You better be gone when I get out."
~~~
She took an extra long shower just as a precaution. But when she walked back into the room, wearing nothing but a towel, he was still there, as though he hadn't moved. He looked up at her and blinked languorously, taking in her outfit, or lack thereof.
"I thought I told you to leave."
"Yeah, but I didn't really feel like moving," he replied easily.
"Well, if you didn't feel like moving, by all means, stay where you are," she said sarcastically.
"Thank you," he said, settling back.
She rolled her eyes. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know."
Still he made no motion to move. Finally, she decided she was going to have to do it for him. Before he realized what she was doing, she yanked the sheets off the bed, taking him with it. She smiled complacently as he landed on the hardwood floor with a thud.
Unfortunately, the fall had also left him exposed. And he wasn't wearing anything underneath. She cursed softly at this reminder and turned her back to him.
"Get dressed and get out."
She heard him get up and come up behind her. "What, you're not inviting me to stay for breakfast?" he asked, snaking an arm around her waist.
In response, she elbowed him in the stomach, making him wince and let go of her. "No, I'm not."
"You know--" he began.
"No, I don't, but I'm sure you're going to tell me," Syl interjected wryly. She could hear him moving around, getting his clothes on. Good.
He continued, heedless of her interruption, "This morning would have been a lot more enjoyable if you hadn't felt the need to hit me repeatedly."
"No, it wouldn't have. Because I would have said the exact same things and not been half so effective," she returned, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Don't be so sure about that."
"Bite me." This time she did turn around to face him.
He grinned ironically. "Don't tempt me."
She rolled her eyes. "You're just asking to get smacked again."
"Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff."
"Get out before I throw you out the window." Despite the nonchalant tone of her voice, she was, to all intents and purposes, completely serious. The only issue she had was that he'd probably survive the fall.
There was no answer, and when she turned around, no one was there.
"Asshole," she muttered.
Scowling, she hit him in the face with her pillow.
Alec awoke with a start and demanded sleepily, "What the hell was that for?"
"I told you I was going to kick your ass later for taking advantage of me like that," she reminded him. "Consider this later."
Instead of looking even remotely scared, he commented with an infuriating smirk, "You're so cute when you're angry." Before she could respond, he continued, "Besides, you weren't exactly warding off my unwanted advances."
Since she couldn't think of anything to say to that, she did the only other thing she could do: she hit him where it counted. He barely suppressed a groan of pain as she glared at him.
"Still think I'm cute?"
He didn't answer. Not that she really expected him to. "I'm taking a shower," she announced. "You better be gone when I get out."
~~~
She took an extra long shower just as a precaution. But when she walked back into the room, wearing nothing but a towel, he was still there, as though he hadn't moved. He looked up at her and blinked languorously, taking in her outfit, or lack thereof.
"I thought I told you to leave."
"Yeah, but I didn't really feel like moving," he replied easily.
"Well, if you didn't feel like moving, by all means, stay where you are," she said sarcastically.
"Thank you," he said, settling back.
She rolled her eyes. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know."
Still he made no motion to move. Finally, she decided she was going to have to do it for him. Before he realized what she was doing, she yanked the sheets off the bed, taking him with it. She smiled complacently as he landed on the hardwood floor with a thud.
Unfortunately, the fall had also left him exposed. And he wasn't wearing anything underneath. She cursed softly at this reminder and turned her back to him.
"Get dressed and get out."
She heard him get up and come up behind her. "What, you're not inviting me to stay for breakfast?" he asked, snaking an arm around her waist.
In response, she elbowed him in the stomach, making him wince and let go of her. "No, I'm not."
"You know--" he began.
"No, I don't, but I'm sure you're going to tell me," Syl interjected wryly. She could hear him moving around, getting his clothes on. Good.
He continued, heedless of her interruption, "This morning would have been a lot more enjoyable if you hadn't felt the need to hit me repeatedly."
"No, it wouldn't have. Because I would have said the exact same things and not been half so effective," she returned, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Don't be so sure about that."
"Bite me." This time she did turn around to face him.
He grinned ironically. "Don't tempt me."
She rolled her eyes. "You're just asking to get smacked again."
"Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff."
"Get out before I throw you out the window." Despite the nonchalant tone of her voice, she was, to all intents and purposes, completely serious. The only issue she had was that he'd probably survive the fall.
There was no answer, and when she turned around, no one was there.
"Asshole," she muttered.