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Who: Emily Prentiss, Eric Delko
What: The Morning After
When: Day 54
Emily felt vaguely as if she had been hit by a train. Or if not a train, then a particularly speedy truck. Her head ached, her body ached, everything just ached.
And for a very long moment she had absolutely no idea why.
She felt something move beside her. Someone, if the soft grunt was anything to go by. A very male sounding grunt. What the--?
Memories came flooding back. Too many to process right away but if the grunt had surprised her, the memories left her speechless. Speechless and in utter disbelief.
“Oh my god,” she said, the words coming in a rush as she sat bolt upright in bed. It wasn’t her bed either, because it wasn’t her room. “Oh my god,” she repeated, tossing aside the covers only to realize that they were the only thing separating her from the air around her.
“Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” she said in a harsh whisper, gathering the covers around herself before leaping from the bed, her unexpected slumber buddy be damned.
And he was naked too. “Fuck.”
She was sure that she didn’t remember him. And given what she did remember, that was unsettling as all hell.
“Fuck.”
What: The Morning After
When: Day 54
Emily felt vaguely as if she had been hit by a train. Or if not a train, then a particularly speedy truck. Her head ached, her body ached, everything just ached.
And for a very long moment she had absolutely no idea why.
She felt something move beside her. Someone, if the soft grunt was anything to go by. A very male sounding grunt. What the--?
Memories came flooding back. Too many to process right away but if the grunt had surprised her, the memories left her speechless. Speechless and in utter disbelief.
“Oh my god,” she said, the words coming in a rush as she sat bolt upright in bed. It wasn’t her bed either, because it wasn’t her room. “Oh my god,” she repeated, tossing aside the covers only to realize that they were the only thing separating her from the air around her.
“Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” she said in a harsh whisper, gathering the covers around herself before leaping from the bed, her unexpected slumber buddy be damned.
And he was naked too. “Fuck.”
She was sure that she didn’t remember him. And given what she did remember, that was unsettling as all hell.
“Fuck.”