hiiiii everyone how's it going? have a good thanksgiving? i for one hate turkey so i did not. aaanywho. this is just a little random thingy that might be lame idk i am just very bored and have numb legs. which is off topic but i think i'm tired. or hyper. i did eat a lot of chocolate... ANYWHO jez and morgead (both of whom belong to the lovely L.J. Smith and not me) shall be 14 and 15 in this here very short fanfic of pointlessness. enjoy!
oh and also i didn't really proof read this or anything so my apologies if anything doesn't make sense or sounds weird or there are spelling mistakes
Not so Productive
Jez was dead asleep when her uncle came up to wake her. Not any surprise really, since she'd been out with Morgead until after dawn. But it was mid-morning and a beautiful, sunny day, and so Bracken came calling.
"Jez," he opened her bedroom door and let himself in.
Yes, Jez was a vampire. Yes, she was always prepared for everything. But no, she was not a morning person.
Jez whimpered and burrowed down under her covers as Bracken pulled back her curtain, splashing golden sunlight across her bed. She tugged meekly on her comforter when her uncle went to strip it away, but her sleep-numb fingers were left clawing at air.
"It's a beautiful day," Jez's Uncle Bracken addressed the back of Jez's curled form on her bed. "Get up before noon for once and go be productive," he tossed the blanket on the floor and shot the tangle of red hair a stern look. "Whatever you decide to do, I expect you downstairs and eating breakfast in five minutes, or else."
He whisked out of the room, leaving his threat hanging behind for Jez to ponder.
Groaning loudly, Jez rolled herself out of bed and stumbled down to the kitchen. Last time she'd doubted the severity of her uncle's threats she'd been on house arrest with her bike chained up for two weeks.
Reaching the kitchen, Jez pushed a pack of Pop Tarts in the toaster and stared blearily at the little blue light until they popped back up. Unobliging to use a plate, Jez tossed the pastries onto the kitchen table and collapsed into a chair. She chewed mournfully and stared at the sink while her uncle sat reading the newspaper and casting her unimpressed looks around the edge if the pages.
Once Jez was finished, she stood up, glanced at the clock, and came to the brutal realization that it was exactly 10.14 am.
It was summer. The last time she'd been up this early had been when she'd been out all night and day with Morgead and hadn't even been to sleep.
Shooting her uncle a spiteful glare, Jez trudged back to her room and pulled on the first clothes she touched and stomped back downstairs. Being sure to make lots of noise, she pulled on her boots and grabbed her helmet from the closet and fell out the front door. She slammed it behind her for good measure.
Soon after, Jez was climbing that last stair case up to Morgead's penthouse and shuffling across the roof in the mid-morning sun. She hunched gratefully into the cool shade cast by the odd building and ducked through Morgead's front door.
She found him out cold in his bedroom, lying on his stomach with thin sheets pulled up above his waist. Seeing as Morgead usually slept in his clothes, it warranted a second look when Jez noticed that Morgead's back was bare.
Not that she should have been surprised. They'd both been soaked through with rain last night, and Jez herself had been so tired when she'd gotten home that she'd stripped off her clothes and collapsed into bed in her damp underwear.
Kicking off her boots by the mostly open side of the bed, Jez slithered under the covers, trying not to wake Morgead.
But alas – no such luck.
While she was hunkering down, Morgead moaned and his soot-black eyelashes tickled open. Sleepy green eyes looked out at Jez from a pale face.
"Jez . . ."
"Morgead, it's still early – go back to sleep."
He grunted and sniffed sleepily, closing his eyes and turning on his side. Jez had just shut her own eyes and started to drift when she heard a troubled noise from in front of her. She cracked open her eyes and saw that Morgead was propped up on one elbow and frowning at her.
Letting her eyes shut once more and nestling back into her pillow, Jez murmured, "What is it?"
Morgead made an uncomfortable sound in the back of his throat and muttered, "I'm not really wearing anything."
Jez's sleep fogged brain had trouble processing.
"You're not wearing . . ."
"Anything," Morgead confirmed. A silence not nearly uncomfortable as it should have been passed before Morgead yawned, "Forget it." and collapsed onto his back, splaying his limbs across the bed.
Jez sighed in agreement fell asleep to the sound of Morgead's deep breathing beside her.
The fact that Morgead was stark naked didn't really become an issue until the pair awoke and were reminded that Jez was the world's biggest blanket hog.
thanks everyone for reading and review your thoughts and ideas cause really this is chapter 31 and i've got a few stray ideas floating around my head but i'm nearly running on empty so if you want to read more morgeadxjez then somebody tell me something to write!