Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Trillian (and Catalina!). I wish I owned Sands...that would be nice.
Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to...Chrysti. And Mel. And Johnny Depp again.
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Trillian awoke to the smell of breakfast frying on the stove. Her head ached, and for a moment, she couldn't remember where she was.
She opened her eyes slowly, and jumped. Sands was lying next to her, his breathing steady and calm. Trillian froze.
Oh God...what did I do? She thought frantically. She lay still for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. She couldn't remember...
Sands stirred, and Trillian lifted her hand from his naked chest. She pulled it back, noting the position they were in.
He was lying on his back, one hand resting on his stomach, and one lying on the bed next to him. She lay facing him, her other arm under the pillow.
She was practically on top of him. Good god.
Trillian heard the patter of footsteps in the hall, and Rei threw open the bedroom door with a bright smile.
"Breakfast is..." Rei stopped, surveying the scene she had walked in on before she turned on heel, "that way." She gave a short nod. "I think I'll go get some." With that, she was gone.
Sands groaned.
"Five minutes." He said sleepily, pulling his pillow over his tousled hair.
Trillian was not amused. She pushed the sheet off, and was very relieved that she was wearing something half decent. An oversized T-shirt was considered half-decent to her, anyway. She could only pray that Sands was clothed as well. She got out of bed and tore the sheets off.
Sands groaned in protest, which was muffled by the feather pillow on his face. He rolled over, sitting up and hanging his legs over the side of the bed. He hung his head low, so all Trillian could see was his muscular back.
She nearly collapsed with relief. Sands was wearing boxers, meaning that chances were that nothing happened.
"I need clothes." Sands said suddenly, as though he had just remembered that it was illegal to walk around naked.
"I'll try and find you something." Trillian said, going into Mona's walk-in closet. Despite the fact that Mona usually ended up keeping all her ex-boyfriend's clothes, there wasn't anything in the closet but frilly pink shirts. Trillian sighed in frustration.
A shrill beeping noise was heard somewhere in the other room, then Rei's frantic footsteps as she searched for her pager.
"My head hurts, Mummy!" Lina's small voice called out, and her mother shushed her.
"Mine too!" Sands called, standing up and stretching. Trillian glanced over in his direction, trying not to notice how toned his body was...she continued to look for clothing for him, moving aside a bunch of dresses.
"I...I can't find anything." Trillian said, throwing some Gucci shirt back on a hanger after it had fallen to the floor.
"Fuck it." Sands said, waving it away and heading out to the kitchen. Trillian followed closely, noticing how Sands didn't need guidance to get down the hall anymore.
"But my head hurts!" Lina shouted persistently, stamping her little foot.
"Mine too!" Sands said, slamming his fist on the counter.
Rei tutted, bending over and kissing Lina on the top of the head, then walking over to Sands and kissing him on the forehead.
"There. You're both better now." She said, smiling and heading back over to the stove.
"Gee thanks, Mom." Sands said, grinning widely.
"Why is uncle Sheldon not wearing a shirt?" Lina piped up, sticking her fingers in her mouth.
"Stop sucking on your fingers, Catalina!" Rei scolded, and the stovetop erupted into flames. The fire alarm began to wail, and soon after, Rei's beeper.
"Oh, good Lord!" She shrieked, sinking to the floor in hysterical sobs. Lina began to cry, wailing louder and louder. Trillian was busy trying to extinguish the fire that had engulfed breakfast and was spreading to the countertop.
The only one that seemed to be benefiting from all this was Sands, who was leaning against the counter, a vague look of amusement littering his handsome features.
Trillian got the fire out, which consumed whatever Rei had planned for them to eat. The fire alarm stopped wailing, and Rei's beeper (which had been clipped to the back of her Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas) was crushed flat. Lina still sobbed softly, and Sands still looked amused. Trillian looked around the kitchen hopefully.
"Anyone up for Ihop?"
Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to...Chrysti. And Mel. And Johnny Depp again.
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Trillian awoke to the smell of breakfast frying on the stove. Her head ached, and for a moment, she couldn't remember where she was.
She opened her eyes slowly, and jumped. Sands was lying next to her, his breathing steady and calm. Trillian froze.
Oh God...what did I do? She thought frantically. She lay still for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. She couldn't remember...
Sands stirred, and Trillian lifted her hand from his naked chest. She pulled it back, noting the position they were in.
He was lying on his back, one hand resting on his stomach, and one lying on the bed next to him. She lay facing him, her other arm under the pillow.
She was practically on top of him. Good god.
Trillian heard the patter of footsteps in the hall, and Rei threw open the bedroom door with a bright smile.
"Breakfast is..." Rei stopped, surveying the scene she had walked in on before she turned on heel, "that way." She gave a short nod. "I think I'll go get some." With that, she was gone.
Sands groaned.
"Five minutes." He said sleepily, pulling his pillow over his tousled hair.
Trillian was not amused. She pushed the sheet off, and was very relieved that she was wearing something half decent. An oversized T-shirt was considered half-decent to her, anyway. She could only pray that Sands was clothed as well. She got out of bed and tore the sheets off.
Sands groaned in protest, which was muffled by the feather pillow on his face. He rolled over, sitting up and hanging his legs over the side of the bed. He hung his head low, so all Trillian could see was his muscular back.
She nearly collapsed with relief. Sands was wearing boxers, meaning that chances were that nothing happened.
"I need clothes." Sands said suddenly, as though he had just remembered that it was illegal to walk around naked.
"I'll try and find you something." Trillian said, going into Mona's walk-in closet. Despite the fact that Mona usually ended up keeping all her ex-boyfriend's clothes, there wasn't anything in the closet but frilly pink shirts. Trillian sighed in frustration.
A shrill beeping noise was heard somewhere in the other room, then Rei's frantic footsteps as she searched for her pager.
"My head hurts, Mummy!" Lina's small voice called out, and her mother shushed her.
"Mine too!" Sands called, standing up and stretching. Trillian glanced over in his direction, trying not to notice how toned his body was...she continued to look for clothing for him, moving aside a bunch of dresses.
"I...I can't find anything." Trillian said, throwing some Gucci shirt back on a hanger after it had fallen to the floor.
"Fuck it." Sands said, waving it away and heading out to the kitchen. Trillian followed closely, noticing how Sands didn't need guidance to get down the hall anymore.
"But my head hurts!" Lina shouted persistently, stamping her little foot.
"Mine too!" Sands said, slamming his fist on the counter.
Rei tutted, bending over and kissing Lina on the top of the head, then walking over to Sands and kissing him on the forehead.
"There. You're both better now." She said, smiling and heading back over to the stove.
"Gee thanks, Mom." Sands said, grinning widely.
"Why is uncle Sheldon not wearing a shirt?" Lina piped up, sticking her fingers in her mouth.
"Stop sucking on your fingers, Catalina!" Rei scolded, and the stovetop erupted into flames. The fire alarm began to wail, and soon after, Rei's beeper.
"Oh, good Lord!" She shrieked, sinking to the floor in hysterical sobs. Lina began to cry, wailing louder and louder. Trillian was busy trying to extinguish the fire that had engulfed breakfast and was spreading to the countertop.
The only one that seemed to be benefiting from all this was Sands, who was leaning against the counter, a vague look of amusement littering his handsome features.
Trillian got the fire out, which consumed whatever Rei had planned for them to eat. The fire alarm stopped wailing, and Rei's beeper (which had been clipped to the back of her Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas) was crushed flat. Lina still sobbed softly, and Sands still looked amused. Trillian looked around the kitchen hopefully.
"Anyone up for Ihop?"