For Nico

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It took a minute for Chase's brain to catch up with recent events. Progress was hindered by the continued state of contact and closeness and buzz that his body was in, with another body. Nico's body.

Yeah, there was a lot of catching up to do

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All I can do for a while there is stare up at the ceiling, clutching at the sheet I've pulled over myself, because now that it's all over I'm more than a little aware that I'm incredibly naked. Not only that, but I'm naked next to Chase, which I never --

Okay, yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I've thought about it before, but there is a huge difference between thinking and doing.

"Oh, my god."

Whatever the difference is, my heart's still beating in my ears, blood rushing through me in this way that's weirdly familiar, and I try as hard as I can to hold onto that -- to what feels good. Because in a minute, I'm probably going to start freaking out.

"Oh, my god."

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"Right?" Chase breathed, leaving one arm flung over his head and the other across his stomach. He turned his head, noting she had covered up which, fair enough, if he couldn't help being a little disappointment. He turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and absently flicked his bangs away from his eyes. They were getting kind of emo, he should probably look into that. Because there was a big difference between surfer and emo.

And maybe after you did something really stupid ,that you couldn't quite feel sorry for, you focused on inane details. Apparently, that was the deal.

"...hey," he said, reaching over to move Nico's hair away her face, fingertips trailing across her forehead.

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And just like that, that little touch pulls me back to -- well, it's probably not reality, but it's kind of preferable. Rolling onto my side to face him, the corner of my mouth tugs upward in this smile I'm guessing looks completely ridiculous, but it's kind of hard to focus on that right now. I'm not under any kind of mistaken impression that this is us turning some kind of corner -- that there's any us to speak of -- but it's just nice. We're good together. That's never been in question, but the equation's always been a little different.

"Hey," I say quietly, resting a hand on his wrist. "So that was... yeah."

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Chase laughed a little, eyebrows lifting. He let his hand fall so his wrist was resting on her hip.

"Uh... yeah. That's- good summary." He chewed the inside corner of his mouth for a second, then offered Nico a grin and lay down, dropping his head to the pillow.

"Your hair is a wreck."