Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Black Cat.
Prologue:
An Alcohol Induced Headache
Pain was the first thing that assaulted her partially unconscious and muzzy senses, the first indicator that she had a horrible, killer headache. Her brain and entire body felt like it was made entirely of lead, making it almost impossible for the half asleep young woman to even open her eyes. Why did her head hurt so much? Why did she feel like she had been run over by a Mack truck? Why was her throat so dry and sore? She instantly and visibly flinched as the thoughts crossed her mind, it even hurt to think!
She dare not even try to move an inch, yet. It was too soon and besides the bed she was laying on was so very soft, warm and comfortable. Why would anyone want to getup, especially with the pounding headache that was currently assaulting her lethargic morning mind, when she could just remain immobile and relaxed? She lay there unmoving, wrapped securely in the softness and warmth of the bed sheets, slowly letting her senses return.
She did not know how long she had lain there, before she was able to regain the ability to ease open her strangely heavy eyelids. Only to instantly snap them shut again, with a near silent whimper of pain. Everything around her was in a deep haze and too bright for her liking. It was the intense brightness of the mid-morning sun, which came from a large uncovered window, which had greeted her sensitive pupils. It was such an unwelcome and unwanted greeting indeed. She felt like she would be blinded forever from the encounter, but despite the pain the vivid daylight had awakened her near dead senses enough, until she could sparsely say that she was aware of her surroundings.
Finally regaining enough of her common sense her mind immediately raced to a very important question. Where exactly was she and what had happened last night? This question instantly caused her gradually un-clouding mind to revert into its previous heaviness and cause a sharp hammering to enter her mind once more. Pain, oh how she wished that it would disappear with just a thought.
Slowly, very slowly and with the utmost care she opened her eyes again, remembered to advert her sensitive pupils from the intense rays of the sun. The first thing that her foggy gaze landed on was, what she assumed was the comforter for the bed. It was probably a very beautiful deep maroon in color, but with both her vision and mind still clouded, she could not be quite sure. However, by the mere feel of the sheets, she was certain that they were expensive and this brought another important question to mind: How could she afford a place like this?
As far as she remembered, the Hotel that she had stayed in last had rather rough and uncomfortable sheets and a rather tacky black comforter, instead of dark maroon. The sheets had a different smell too, it was a minor lingering and unpleasant smell of cheap cigarette smoke and old alcohol. These on the other hand, had the pleasant smell of sun-ripened peaches, with a faint whiff of her rainfall-scented shampoo and something else; it was something she could not quite place. She was sure that she had never encountered the scent before, yet something told her that the scent should have been familiar to her. She was quite sure that nothing she owned had that smell, but she did not let her mind dwell on it for even a minute. Right now she was only thinking of how well the cushiony bed and pillows felt wrapped around her exhausted body and how effortlessly they seemed to lull her back into a peaceful slumber.
She slowly let her drowsy eyes flutter closed, as the dark realm of sweet oblivion pulled her back to the world of dreams again. As she drifted off, she unconsciously curled and snuggled her body into something that was satisfyingly warm, soft and slightly firm, but it was not bed sheets, as her muddled mind had previously assumed. A large, human shaped lump suddenly began to move beneath the dark maroon covers. The lump stirred beneath the covers for a few moments before breathing out a soft distressed whine from his alcohol-induced slumber. Even though his heavy slumber, the young man instinctively realized that his source of warmth was missing. Instantly the unconscious man began to feel the cooling bed sheets in search of his lost warmth provider.
After a short moment of blind searching, he finally found the missing warmth. His warm, tanned arm unconsciously and instinctively reached out and pulled the young woman's unconscious form closer to his body, missing the pleasant warmth that the two bodies' had generated together during the night and had grown accustomed to. A soft, content sigh left pale lips and a pleased smile graced his pale lips, as the familiar warmth and scent entered the tanned male's nostrils. He instinctively nuzzled closer into the warmth much like a pleased cat would. His wildly ruffled, spiky brown hair fell gently over his handsome, young features, as he was contently lulled back into a deep sleep by the young woman's steady pulse and light breathing. As he fell deeper into the pleasant abyss of sleep, a soft sigh, which half sounded distinctively like a purr passed though his soft pastel lips.