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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:21 pm
*Luke doesn't have time for this s**t. Not when he's this tired. So he solves it.*
Okay. You know what? This is stupid. C'mere. *Luke puts the blanket on the bed.* We'll both sleep in the bed, okay?
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:25 pm
:::while she wasn't entirely satisfied with how clean the bed was either, it was certainly a preferable alternative to the floor...for either of them:::
:::She nodded shyly at Luke's apparant exasperation:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:27 pm
It's clean. I just changed the sheets.
*Luke surprises himself again with the ease and fluency of his lies.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:33 pm
:::She nods again, standing, waiting for further instructions... she's also fiddling with her fingers:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:36 pm
*Luke gets into bed - to show her it's safe - and hopefully to fall asleep. He rolls over on his side, facing the wall and making room for Cora.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:38 pm
:::She supposes that's her cue to follow, but she hesitates:::
Luke... the lights are still on...
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:40 pm
*Luke tends to falls asleep without worrying about those things when he's drunk.* Oh. *He turns off the light by the bed.*
Could you get the one by the door?
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:45 pm
Hm..?
:::She watches him hit a switch and the light turns off:::
OOooh. They're manual. Heh... :::She walks over to the door, and look around, and there on the wall is an obvious switch. She flicks it in the opposite direction and the rest of the lights turn off.
Cora allowed herself a second for her eyes to adjust, and then she tiptoed back to the bed. Feeling the edge of it with her hands, she sad down on it, and proceded to remove the crazy strappy heels she'd borrowed from Aimee... she'd been wearing them along with the jammies to keep her feet safe from the floor. Needless to say, Cora was very careful to keep her feet off the ground once they were bare.
She slid herself under the sheet... and not a moment later, realized how totally uncomfortable 20th century matresses were. But she didn't dare say anything. Though...she couldn't find a comfortable spot, twisting and turning every few seconds.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:52 pm
*Luke's already fast asleep. ... and lightly snoring.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:01 pm
:::After what seemed like an eternity of tossing..which was probably more like a couple minutes, Cora resovled to one spot. She attempted not to focus on her weight being very unevenly distributed...she'd think about something else:::
:::Luke was already alseep, she saw. Paying attention to the deep breathes, and little snorts on occasion, half forced her to mimic it with her own pattern of breathing. Soon she'd warmed up, and her muscles lost the rigid, awake status they too often had to:::
:::It was the first time in years she'd slept in a bed not her own, and a bit more obviously, it was that long since she'd been so close to anyone.
As the rest of her body gradually relaxed, Cora rolled onto her side, facing Luke's back. Her back arched just slightly, and she curled her knees up comfortably. She'd never been in a womb, but this must have been something like it. A moment later her neck relaxed and her head slumped forward, digging a comfortable spot somewhere on Luke's shoulder, which could easily be as comfortable to Cora as the pillows:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:11 pm
*Half-asleep, Luke murmurred something. He turned in his sleep, looping an arm around Cora.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:15 pm
:::She shook awake for a brief moment as her pillow shifted suddenly. Shortly, she realized that it was just Luke moving, and he'd finally settled himself in a way that reminded her of how they hug... she smiled sleepily for just a moment before drifting entirely back into the peaceful slumber from which she awoke... her own arm becoming more comfortable around Luke now too:::
eeeeehh.... hoooooo..... eeeeehhh..... hooooo.... eezzzzzzz... hooooo.....
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 9:36 pm
**The next morning..**
*Luke sniffed awake with a groan. He clenched his eyes shut, blocking out the sunlight filtering in through his blinds. s**t... Uuuuugggghhh. He had a queasy thumping headache that could only come from a hangover. It felt like a bubble of alcohol had lodged itself between his ******** eyes.*
*Bitching incoherently to himself, Luke opened his eyes ever so carefully and the ceiling came into focus.*
*He gazed around with bloodshot eyes. Well, he made it to his bed. Right on ... Props to me.*
*... OoOOoOOooo. Apparently with some company. The things he deserved medals for ... Luke arched his neck and gently lifted up the covers, sincerely curious as to who was lying next to him.*
*He sees a head full of blonde hair. And the winner is ... CORA? Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the ******** mind is still warming up. What .... How did.... Christ, did they....*
*His thoughts race off in a stream of coherency. Brink ... South Street ... Pool... Flowers... Car Crash... Party ... Club... Bar Fight.... Cop Car... Arrested.*
*No. No he hadn't been ******** no, but he'd almost been. Luke expels a rakish breath. His wide eyes stare up at the ceiling.*
*Christ. What was he doing?*
*Luke clenched his eyes and held his stomach. s**t, he took one for the ******** team too... Jerk-off. God help him if Luke ever ran into -Aaron- in a dark alleyway... There was more rage where -that- came from...*
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 9:42 pm
:::Cora, being a fairly light sleeper, nodded awake when Luke moved. Unlike him though, her post-alcoholic mind needed far less warming up, and she recalled the events of the prior night well enough. Her memories sort of appeared to be recorded on a fuzzy VHS, because they were created on rather low-quality brain power to begin with, but regardless, they were there intact:::
:::She shift so that she no longer held onto Luke, and she scratched her forehead with her newly freed hand:::
:::Yawning through a tired smile::: Good morning, Luke.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 9:43 pm
*His voice sounds like it's been put through a meat grinder.* Hey, Slim.
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