[for Chase] vegas valentine

[learnfromthem]

“Mrr.”

I don’t want to wake up. My head’s still fuzzy from last night, all stuffed full of cotton balls. My breath tastes like island booze and morning. I drape the back of my hand over still-closed eyes, appreciating that extra bit of darkness before I move to shift closer to the warm body next to me. It’s colder in the room than it should be, which is my first clue that Something Is Not Right, but just a little more sleep sounds a lot more awesome than getting up to turn down the A/C.

Nuzzling at Chase’s chest, I tuck freezing toes under his legs, sleepily tugging at the sheet to pull it up over my shoulders. Only the sheet’s all wrong, too, and I reluctantly crack open an eye.

“When’d you get Egyptian cotton?”

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[learnfromthem]

He makes it hard to think sometimes. I worry my lower lip between my teeth, trying to see the sense in what he's saying until I just decide to trust his judgment. He's been through this brand of weirdness a lot more times than I have, and besides: it's nice to believe that everything will work out okay, if just for a morning.

I'm dimly aware of the fact that I'm still naked, by bare chest pressed against his. I sneak my leg between his and drape an arm over his waist, lightly dragging my nails over his spine. I quirk an eyebrow.

"You've got this all figured out, don't you?"

[apoorupbringing]

"No, but I'm good at winging it," Chase says, shifting at the slide of her thigh.

"Mmn," he intones, and ducks his head to nose at the hair just behind her ear, then jolts upright a little, ungracefully jostling them both, and says loudly, "Shit! Lace?!"

There's no dinosaur in the room. He would notice the dinosaur in the room. Where is his dinosaur.

[learnfromthem]

I frown a little.

"And we're getting up."

I sit up, dragging the sheet with me to cover up the goods. It'd be pretty hard to miss a dinosaur in the room, and since Old Lace is nowhere to be found, I'm guessing bedtime is over. Slipping from the bed -- and taking the sheet with me -- I look around for my clothes. They're not on the floor where I left them.

Great.

I march towards the closet and sigh a little once I spy the rack of men's clothes, but no friendly dino. I grab the longest dress shirt I can find and slip it on, dropping the sheet as I go. I cinch it with a black leather belt.

"Maybe she's in the bathroom?"