Tipsy (Part 2)
Title: Tipsy - Part 2
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Characters: Moiraine, Rand
Prompt: Tipsy
Word Count: 304
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rand stumbles into the wrong bed. Continuation of Part 1
Table: http://airelement.livejournal.com/53973.html
Rand dunked his head in the barrel of cold water in the inn yard. He needed to clear his head. It ached and he never wanted to drink brandy again - why had he been so stubborn and refuse to let Moiraine out-drink him? She was Aes Sedai, she was obviously immune to the effects of alcohol. Bloody Aes Sedai, he muttered. He needed a drink.
Five pints of ale later, and the clarity of thought Rand had regained by immersing his head in freezing water had gone. He stumbled up the stairs and fumbled with the doorknob, then pushed the door open. He kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head and sank down onto the bed.
Rand yelped in surprise when a warm body rolled over and leant on him.
“I believe you are in the wrong room, Mr al’Thor,” Moiraine said silkily. Rand stuttered an apology and went to get up, but couldn’t. Moiraine remained where she was, sprawled across his chest.
Moiraine reached out in a lazy, catlike movement and touched his face, her fingers gently caressing the short, soft beard he hadn’t had a chance to shave off since leaving Emond’s Field. She wriggled, moving up his body so that her face was scant inches from him. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moved to kiss him, then stopped.
Rand made a noise of protest as she moved away.
“We would regret this in the morning, Rand,” Moiraine said softly. I would regret this in the morning, she corrected herself mentally. “We’ve both had a bit much to drink.” And I intend to find a reason - an excuse - for lusting after you. Being ta’veren is not a good enough explanation for why you made me nearly drop the games I’ve played at for years… I hate alcohol.
On to the sequel: Drunk
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Characters: Moiraine, Rand
Prompt: Tipsy
Word Count: 304
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rand stumbles into the wrong bed. Continuation of Part 1
Table: http://airelement.livejournal.com/53973.html
Rand dunked his head in the barrel of cold water in the inn yard. He needed to clear his head. It ached and he never wanted to drink brandy again - why had he been so stubborn and refuse to let Moiraine out-drink him? She was Aes Sedai, she was obviously immune to the effects of alcohol. Bloody Aes Sedai, he muttered. He needed a drink.
Five pints of ale later, and the clarity of thought Rand had regained by immersing his head in freezing water had gone. He stumbled up the stairs and fumbled with the doorknob, then pushed the door open. He kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head and sank down onto the bed.
Rand yelped in surprise when a warm body rolled over and leant on him.
“I believe you are in the wrong room, Mr al’Thor,” Moiraine said silkily. Rand stuttered an apology and went to get up, but couldn’t. Moiraine remained where she was, sprawled across his chest.
Moiraine reached out in a lazy, catlike movement and touched his face, her fingers gently caressing the short, soft beard he hadn’t had a chance to shave off since leaving Emond’s Field. She wriggled, moving up his body so that her face was scant inches from him. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moved to kiss him, then stopped.
Rand made a noise of protest as she moved away.
“We would regret this in the morning, Rand,” Moiraine said softly. I would regret this in the morning, she corrected herself mentally. “We’ve both had a bit much to drink.” And I intend to find a reason - an excuse - for lusting after you. Being ta’veren is not a good enough explanation for why you made me nearly drop the games I’ve played at for years… I hate alcohol.
On to the sequel: Drunk