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MORNING AFTER

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Daniel Faraday [LOST]

[findaconstant]

[Dan's main concern is not that there is someone in bed with him, no. As far as he knows, no one else is even -there-.

Dan's main concern is WHERE THE HELL ARE HIS PANTS?]

[findaconstant]

...give me the pants. I'll check.

[Dan mostly just wants pants on. HE DOES NOT CARE WHOSE THEY ARE.]

[crossindexing]

[She tosses the pants his way. They land on the edge of the bed and slide off. She stares at them. She will have to leave the security of her blanket to get to them. Or, you know, crawl awkwardly and risk the blanket falling off.]

Um. Pants.

[findaconstant]

[skhfjsdfkjh]

I have an idea. Turn around. And... don't turn back around until I say okay. Okay?

[crossindexing]

[She rocks in a little circle until she's facing away from him.] Okay?

[Wingtwitch.] It's not. Like. A kinky kind of. Idea. Is it? Because Phoebe was explaining about, you know, the whole--the sex games and roleplaying and she mentioned something about, like, swapping--swinging! Swing. Party. Things. And maybe that's where the pants come in, somehow, like, instead of keys, we picked pants, but that would be stupid because those aren't your pants and if I didn't pick your pants then. Well. It wouldn't. Be you.

[She takes a breath.] We didn't go to a swingy thing. Did we?

[findaconstant]

[Since Winny is turned around, he sees nothing wrong with FLAILING. Goodbye, pillow.]

N-no! I- I never- I wouldn't- no. I am not sharing you with complete strangers. Or anyone. Just- no. :|

[dskjfkjhadkjhf okay time to put those pants on before... he doesn't even know. He grabs them, puts one leg in, gets the other halfway in before something catches on his foot. WHATEVER. He pushes it out while pulling the pants on completely, zips and buttons them up (they're a bit loose), then looks down.]

...

[He has a bra. A frilly, pink-hearted bra. Wrapped around his foot. THIS IS WHERE FLAILING AND FALLING OVER HAPPENS.] AH!

[crossindexing]

[Winny yelps and jumps up before she realizes what she's doing, and then yelps again and nearly falls over trying to snatch the blanket up off the floor.]

[And then oh hey, she registers what he said and goes bright pink, burying her face in the blanket to hide her pleasure and forgetting (briefly, oh so briefly) that she's not really covering anything right now.]

[findaconstant]

[Luckily for her, Dan is on the floor on the other side of the bed, just... lying there. Staring at the ceiling. Wondering what his life has become.]

I found your bra.

[crossindexing]

[ljdf AND THAT REMINDS HER. She flails, gets tangled in the blanket, and lands on the floor with a thud.]

[Silence.]

[Silence.]

...Your pants are under the bed.

[findaconstant]

[Dan turns his head. Sure enough, he can see his pants. He can also see Winny!]

Hi.

[..........................smirk]

[crossindexing]

[Winny blushes all the way up to her ears. She gives the blanket a tug, mostly covering herself again.]

[Mostly.]

Hello.

[She's looking at him with that deeply nervous air of someone who wants to suggest something crazy or do something crazy and is not entirely comfortable with the idea.]

[findaconstant]

[Dan looks... intrigued, mostly. And possibly like he is plotting something. NOT THAT HE WOULD, THOUGH, because he is totally innocent mhmmmmmmm.]

Nice... uh. Blanket.

[>____>]

[crossindexing]

Thank you. [She smooths some of the wrinkles out with slightly shaky fingers.]

Would. You like. Some? Blanket?

[findaconstant]

[What is she talking about. He does not need any blanket! He has pants on!]

...

[OH HEEEEEEEY.]

Y...es?

[crossindexing]

[She curls up under it, her ears going pinker.] Well. Then. Come and get it. Some blanket.

[findaconstant]

[SYSTEM FAILURE]

Uh.

'kay.

[He sits up, de-tangles the bra from his foot, then climbs onto the bed and wriggles over to where Winny is.] Maybe you should... come up here? It's probably more comfortable. Floors are not really... nice to... lay. On.

...lie. Not- yeah.