I have NO IDEA where this is going. Please review and suggest. No Freya is not gonna get preggers
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Pickles awoke the next morning on the couch. He had fallen asleep there in front of the fire. He was wrapped up in his clohtes, his arms and legs tanlged around Freya's.
"Crap... time is it?" he mumbled.
As usual, the room was in darkness, because the skies around Mordland were almost never really sunny, sunny. Not unless they were in the barbeque courtyard.
He settled back down when he figured it was only 4 in the morning. They were in no danger of being found yet.
He snuggled back in and, wrapping his arms more firmly around his new girlfriend, he buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes again.
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When he next awoke, he heard voices. Crap. He was found out.
Expecting someone to yell at him, he disentangled himself and sat up, not bothering to pull his clothes back on. His head had that strange, stretched feeling it did after a night of great sex and saw Nathan and Murderface standing there, fully dressed.
"Hey, Pickles. You might wanna get dressed and you know. Stuff. Toki's walkin' around," said Nathan, glancing once at the smooth white curves of Freya's bare hip. Sometime in the night, she had pulled her skirt to cover the majority of her lower half but it had slipped.
"Nnnyeaaaa..." he mumbled, and he began dressing himself.
He gently shook the girl awake and she came up slower than he did. Eyes half lidded, hair in her face and desheveled, she pulled her clothes back on, not caring or perhaps not noticing the two other men in the room, and shuffled from the room, walking crookedly.
"Wow. She'sh like a zombie or somethin'," said Murderface, watching her go.
"Yeah. Whatever. Hey how old is she?" asked Nathan.
"Mmm wh? Oh... nnn... too hung over... 18..." he mumbled, trying to get his mouth around talking again.
"Wow. Cuttin it, uh, kinda close there, huh?" asked Murderface.
"Nnnn... whatever," he muttered, and he walked from the room as well, intending to go back to bed and sleep for another three hours.
When he got to his room, he found a note on his door, stuck there with a small knife.
"Pickles,
I realy like you. Wanna go out agen sometime?"
Freya"
He tore it down and, entering his room, fell on his bed, fully dressed. He was asleep again in minutes.
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please review!!!!!!