[ Lucky for her, he's definitely not the cuddly kind of sleeper but he is a heavy one. Or well, that's what he's been led to believe and would still be believing if not for the fact that rolling over ends in a loud thump on the floor and a confused groan. ]
[Wichita, on the other hand, is a pretty light sleeper. Light enough to blink her eyes open when she hears someone hit the floor, anyway. She slowly pulls herself up into a sitting position, squinting in the low light of the room. It takes her a second too peek over the side of the bed, because man, she doesn't remember even going to bed let alone... being with someone when she did. Shit.]
[ He's sitting up now, one hand on the edge of the mattress as his face displays the same loss for.. well, anything actually, that he's sure she can say is mutual from how she sounds. Jeremy's coming up blank. He's almost positive he'd remember scoring with someone as hot as she is. Or climbing into bed with her, at least. ]
Angel. /couldn't resist.breakmychestJune 12 2011, 22:33:30 UTC
[The first thing Spike is aware of when he wakes up is that his head feels like someone poured alcohol on his brains and lit them on fire. Which, from the vague blur he remembers from the previous night, is probably not far from what happened. The next thing he's aware of is that this is not his apartment, and there's someone else in his bed. Someone male. Without a heartbeat. Who smells like Angel.
...yeah, he's just going to blink at the ceiling a little and try and process that one. Give him a moment, he just woke up.]
[ Angel isn't aware. He's fast asleep, hand on his stomach. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes open, the ceiling coming into view. Not a ceiling he recognizes. He stretches slightly, more like, he shifts before turning his head.
Okay. His head is pretty foggy and Spike is there. A hundred years before this, he wouldn't be as surprised but he'd also expect a girl - two, dead probable. ]
[ He's not even remotely aware of their circumstances, except when he comes to there's a fifty-fifty guarantee that he'll believe magic's involved. Magic and scotch; once upon a time he knew better than to mix the two. But it's too late now to think on all the witches he's pissed off in his very long life, especially when Damon's face down on the bed and shirtless, one arm possessively branching out across Caroline's middle, down to where his fingers rest at her hip. He's dimly aware in his light stirring that there's a female someone in his bed and of the thrum of sitting blood in his system (he must have gorged) but not that she's wearing the diamond ring of whoever he ate.
It begs the question. Which one of them will end up screaming first? ]
[Caroline had been known to rage, back in the day, sure. There were nights back in early high school, parties, where she'd get so sloppy drunk she'd wake up and have no idea what she did the night before. But this takes the cake. And apparently it's a wedding cake this time. Of course, now that she's a vampire, she's got the added perk of not being hung over when she overindulges.
So when she rolls into a warm body in her mostly asleep state, she wakes right up with a soft sound, a confused sound. Dark hair, lightly muscled lithe torso... She knew that body and it is not a body she expected to be pressed naked to again. But unlike the last time she woke up unexpectedly next to Damon Salvatore, she's not tiptoe-ing out of the bed. No, she gives him a shove, not enough to knock him off the bed but enough to wake up him] Damon! What the hell!
[ There's an offended grunt jumping out of his throat before he peels his eyes open. First of all, rude. And second of all (now that he's looking at her) what the hell is sounding more and more like a question he knows he'd like answered. Also, they're naked. With the lack of clothing and the touching and the - did Caroline always have such a nice rack? He's going nowhere good with that.
So Damon's rolling over before he gets smacked a second time. ] If you wanted to see me naked again, you didn't have to use the date rape drug for vampires. You could have just begged.
[Xander is snuggly and it's not like they've never woken up together. Willow blinks her eyes open, ready to ask Xander if he remembered to turn off whatever movie they'd been watching... but then she notices that this is not her room or his, and why is everything covered in garish red hearts?]
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Um?
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Do I - do we know each other?
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...yeah, he's just going to blink at the ceiling a little and try and process that one. Give him a moment, he just woke up.]
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Okay. His head is pretty foggy and Spike is there. A hundred years before this, he wouldn't be as surprised but he'd also expect a girl - two, dead probable. ]
Spike, why are you in my bed?
[ Because it's his bed. What do? ]
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[He sits up and winces. Bad move.] Bugger, I need something to make my head stop hurting.
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It begs the question. Which one of them will end up screaming first? ]
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So when she rolls into a warm body in her mostly asleep state, she wakes right up with a soft sound, a confused sound. Dark hair, lightly muscled lithe torso... She knew that body and it is not a body she expected to be pressed naked to again. But unlike the last time she woke up unexpectedly next to Damon Salvatore, she's not tiptoe-ing out of the bed. No, she gives him a shove, not enough to knock him off the bed but enough to wake up him] Damon! What the hell!
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So Damon's rolling over before he gets smacked a second time. ] If you wanted to see me naked again, you didn't have to use the date rape drug for vampires. You could have just begged.
[ Obviously, this is her doing! ]
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...this will be very awkward when you both wake up.]
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Uh... Xander?
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