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fandomhighdorms2005-10-03 09:46 am
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[Late last night] South Attic - drunk!Beka and passed out!Shep
*by means to be edited in later and by player permission, Beka, Becky, and Anakin have managed to get Cally and Rogue to their rooms, what follows here is by player permission also*
Beka balanced Shep against the wall with one hand while she fumbled with the ward spell to her room.
"Damnit, I shoulda thought of that," she mutters angrily when it doesn't work because she's too drunk to focus.
She lets Shep slump to the ground, presses her palms to the side of her head, and tries to remember how the damned thing works. After a minute her dizziness subsides enough for her to work the key, then she opens the door. Half-dragging, half-carrying him, Beka brings Shep in. She shuts the door behind them and locks it.
Beka snickers at the thought of him waking up in her bed and maybe remembering agreeing to audition to be her new sex toy. She takes one look at him, covered in black markings, stripped down to his boxers, though, and she's moved to something almost like pity. At least the damned condom fell off his nose in the process of getting him up here.
"C'mon, John-boy, lets get you to bed." She's not about to spoil others' fun by washing off the markings, but she can at least be kind to him. Every since he apologized, it's been impossible to be truly mean, which was exactly what they'd both hoped would happen. Torment but no emo-drama.
"Yay, us. It's working," she said to no one in particular, and since Shep was way too passed out to hear her, no one in particular answered.
She hauls him to bed, arranges him comfortably, then pads off to find Advil and water for them both. If there's one thing she's learned at Fandom High, it's that the best hangover cure is not to frelling get one. With a spacer's practiced ease, she tosses the pill in her mouth and swallows them without water. But she forces herself to chug the glass, even though it makes her queasy at first. She takes the pills and water for Shep, considers trying to force-feed him, decides through her nausea that it'd be a really bad idea.
Beka sets the Advil and water on her nightstand, slips out of her skirt and bra, pulls off her boots and destroyed nylons, pulls on the sports jersey she leaves hanging at the end of her bed, and climbs in. When she curls up next to Shep with her head on his chest, it almost feels OK.
[OOC: This room is warded against entrance by anyone who has not been admitted by Illyana, Beka, or Callisto. The thread is open to Shep, Beka, Callisto, and Illyana automatically. Anyone else who needs to or wants to come by can, but they'll have to knock and see if one of us answers the door. This will depend largely on Shep-mun, as I'm giving back NPC control as agreed now that he's 'safely' tucked into bed.]
Beka balanced Shep against the wall with one hand while she fumbled with the ward spell to her room.
"Damnit, I shoulda thought of that," she mutters angrily when it doesn't work because she's too drunk to focus.
She lets Shep slump to the ground, presses her palms to the side of her head, and tries to remember how the damned thing works. After a minute her dizziness subsides enough for her to work the key, then she opens the door. Half-dragging, half-carrying him, Beka brings Shep in. She shuts the door behind them and locks it.
Beka snickers at the thought of him waking up in her bed and maybe remembering agreeing to audition to be her new sex toy. She takes one look at him, covered in black markings, stripped down to his boxers, though, and she's moved to something almost like pity. At least the damned condom fell off his nose in the process of getting him up here.
"C'mon, John-boy, lets get you to bed." She's not about to spoil others' fun by washing off the markings, but she can at least be kind to him. Every since he apologized, it's been impossible to be truly mean, which was exactly what they'd both hoped would happen. Torment but no emo-drama.
"Yay, us. It's working," she said to no one in particular, and since Shep was way too passed out to hear her, no one in particular answered.
She hauls him to bed, arranges him comfortably, then pads off to find Advil and water for them both. If there's one thing she's learned at Fandom High, it's that the best hangover cure is not to frelling get one. With a spacer's practiced ease, she tosses the pill in her mouth and swallows them without water. But she forces herself to chug the glass, even though it makes her queasy at first. She takes the pills and water for Shep, considers trying to force-feed him, decides through her nausea that it'd be a really bad idea.
Beka sets the Advil and water on her nightstand, slips out of her skirt and bra, pulls off her boots and destroyed nylons, pulls on the sports jersey she leaves hanging at the end of her bed, and climbs in. When she curls up next to Shep with her head on his chest, it almost feels OK.
[OOC: This room is warded against entrance by anyone who has not been admitted by Illyana, Beka, or Callisto. The thread is open to Shep, Beka, Callisto, and Illyana automatically. Anyone else who needs to or wants to come by can, but they'll have to knock and see if one of us answers the door. This will depend largely on Shep-mun, as I'm giving back NPC control as agreed now that he's 'safely' tucked into bed.]
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Okay, consider me roped in.
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If I consider you roped in, it could get interesting.So, I'll call Paige about the markings. Want to wait?
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As for the ropes... I dare ya. Just wait until I'm slightly less undead.
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You dare me? Best be sure you're serious. You get one chance before we make that a date too. *snicker*
*flips out her comm and calls Paige*
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In the mean time, I'll be on the floor waiting for Paige.
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Paige kneels down near Shep and places her hands just above his body, the white light appears, but this time nothing happens
Paige sighs "Sorry Beka"
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It's OK. Thanks for trying Paige. I'll give Yana a call. None of your sisters would have skill at this, right?
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*blinks*
Did we just agree to have bondage-sex or did I miss something?
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*reaches over and strokes his hair*
Hmm. Guess that means you'd get to see that lingerie on me...and off...after all.
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*snuggles into petting*
*long pause, then*
Homecoming's gonna be an interesting night, isn't it?
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Could be. Never know when we'll decide to get snarky with each other again.
*concerned*
You getting cold down there? I doubt either of us is making it to our first class. Why not come back up here and rest?
(OOC: I'm not sure what's funnier, the old stuff, or this following on top of it. How are you feeling?)
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*shrugs and climbs back onto the bed pretty ungracefully*
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*moves over to make room*
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Ooh... pillow... *sighs into the pillow*
[ooc: how sad is it that I may actually get a version of the Sims that works on my computer so he can start posting screen grabs?]
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Ow, ow, ow... don't make me laugh. Please?
*considers snuggling, realizes she's still more or less naked from the waist down, cuddles anyway because he's older than she is and if he can't hack nearly naked-snuggling by now, that's not her problem*
[ooc: OMG, you have to. It would be SO funny. I'll contribute a paid account for the picture storage. :) They are hilarious...!]
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She put in a fireplace.
And wicker furniture.
Right next to each other.
*sigh* No more neighborhood.
*Grabs Beka's hand and pulls it around so that it's draped over his chest. If they're gonna do this snuggling thing, they may as well do it right. It's not like there aren't still two layers of cloth between the bits that matter anyway.*
[ooc: I get paid on Friday. I need to find out which expansion pack lets them have fairly graphic sex.]
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The worst I did was some pervy stuff with the priest.
*looks up at him*
I gotta find someone to get that off your face. At least the part about doing me. If we're gonna, I want to at least do it before everyone thinks we did.
Although I'm sure everyone assumed the reason we fight is because we're making with the naked-touching and don't want anyone to know.*quietly comms Illyana*
[OOC: *dies*
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Yeah, I'm all for pervy, but... not so much with priests.
[ooc: you did get the part where Paige was standing outside the door, right?]
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Well, I didn't mean for the priest to get pervy. That was an accident. *sounds contrite*
[ooc: she's been and gone. Couldn't remove the ink by healing. *g*]
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