The Morning After Meme

[memesforall]

Last night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked (or maybe not) and something happened. Will you try to sneak away before they wake up, try for round two, or something else entirely?


HOW THIS WORKS:

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[oversight]

[When he finally rolls over, the sheets catch him just so, and before he can even open his eyes and register the waking world, he knows something's not quite as expected. Something feels different.

Oh. Maybe it's the fact that he's naked. That's actually not all that typical.

Blake's eyes creep open and the low light in the room affords him some details, some memories of the night before. They'd been exhausted, out working for hours and hours and hours, and when exhaustion set in, they kept going. Finally, somewhere around the thirty-six hour mark, they'd completed their task, and then...

Well, they'd been excited, hadn't they?

Blake looks over and he can see HG's bare back, slender and long and perfect, and he can see her hair, messy and dark against the light linens, and though she's turned away, he has no trouble picturing her contently sleeping, face smooth of all lines and signs of worry and upset.

Even after 36 hours, they couldn't sleep. Not after a victory like that. John had excitedly talked about the parts that interested him, and Wells had listened and chimed in and smiled. Hell, she'd pulled smiles from him with the greatest of ease, and he remembers that much vividly.

And then a blur of motion and clothes and passionate kisses and...

Blake feels his face turn warm, feels the creep of that blush, and if anyone else was awake enough to notice, they could easily see he doesn't just rosy around the ears, but even over his shoulders and neck, right down to his pale chest.

Eyes searching, he spots what he thinks are his clothes, but it's really too dark to tell. Beside that, does he honestly want to just... leave like that?

Gaze returns to Helena and he considers his options. Should he stay or should he go? She probably wouldn't care if he left, right? She's a pretty laid back, kind of cool, pretty open...

...but he's just not that kind of guy. So, he tugs the sheet up over his shoulder, carefully shifts her way, and insinuates himself there against her back — spooning, for what it's worth — his hand carefully creeping around the front to hold her.

Maybe he'll fall back asleep. Maybe she'll wake up, slip out of bed, spare them both the awkward conversation. Until then, he's taking his chances breathing against her back, his mind tracing over the distant, glazed memories.]

[mirabilis]

[ Her sleep is good, and needed after the past two days activities. She's still asleep as Blake has his little internal debate, and exactly as peaceful as he can picture her. It's been some time since she's felt quite as at peace - whilst they may work well together, and clear a lot of troubles, there's often still something niggling at the back of Helena's mind. But last night had seen to that - they'd cleared something big, bigger than anything they'd looked at in the past couples of weeks and that was always thrilling.

And worth celebrating, which they'd done in more than their normal capacity. A little cheer here, a retell and the big sighs of relief that always filled the room. And then, as was new this time, that added passion.

It was a different kind of passion, a little more urgent - a half-seek for gratification, something as a reward to celebrate their hard efforts. But physically that had gone in all the right ways. She could hardly deny that he was attractive, and a few other adjectives which made him endearing to her (cute, adorable when flustered...). And it had been good - felt right. And it still did, for a then and there 'what will the morning bring' thing.

Helena doesn't notice as John moves himself closer, not until she wakes (some 20 or near enough minutes later). Her instinct at his touch, the gentle feeling of him laid against her, his arm holding her close, is to curl a little towards him, to seek the heat of the body beside her.

Her expression remains relaxed, contented, as she wakes, and as her sleepy fog slowly lifts there's a small smile that graces her lips. She remembers it, and her instinct isn't to find her clothes and run. Although, that doesn't mean to say that she knows what he will think to this. Or that it would happen again (but her coy smile would say that she wouldn't be opposed to it).

Helena turns her head a little, trying to catch if he was awake or not (although without fully turning herself it made it difficult, and she had no wish of disturbing him if he were asleep). Although she couldn't help but brush her fingers over him, and stretch her legs out to find a little comfier of a position, stretch the sleepiness from her muscles.

She just didn't mean to catch his leg with her foot as she did ]

[oversight]

[There's an intake of air as her foot brushes past him. It's not as if he's startled, but more as if he's been drifting and someone's finally dropped the anchor into the water. Almost instinctively, his arm around her tightens a little.

John Blake's most definitely a cuddler. Despite all of his stoic moments and his lack of outward emotions (something that's often more difficult to maintain around HG), he's a goddamn cuddler and he likes being close. For that matter, he likes all the physical aspects of being involved in a relationship, but making that connection is the hardest part for him; something about telling past potential lover he liked sex but didn't actively seek it, or a relationship based around anything like it, hadn't ever landed quite right for him. For good reason, no doubt, since no one wants to be used with left unloved. It's a lot of the reason he avoids situations like these.

Nevertheless, he hasn't got to worry about it now, does he? Most certainly not, because his grogginess hasn't even left him enough to force his eyes open.

He leans in, face pressing into her hair, his body shifting even more intimately against her, skin to skin where the sheet's not obscuring the contact.

John clears his throat.]

Mornin'...

[mirabilis]

[ It's this that makes Helena's smile, the intimacy. The thing that her life has lacked in more recent years (if just to keep things uncomplicated). She's a charmer, and can grab the necessary attention, but since 'coming back' she's been alone in that respect. There's enough in her life to focus on, that could be complicated, and more that she couldn't even explain.

But here she hasn't needed to, or at least what she has told him has been understood enough. They've both had enough complexities to deal with, something that drew them together in their work, that it never seemed so complicated, or inexplicable. It rolled in simpler with everything else, and she found somewhat of a place.

But for this to almost fall into their lives, give her (and Helena would also guess that it gave him) the one thing that had been missing, especially if nothing became complicated? She'd be happy. One night or more.

The arm that Helena has free she uses to reach up his arm, letting her fingers trail upwards as her hand moved before settling on his arm. John sounds good, when he speaks, maybe happy. And what he's doing, by keeping her close, feels good, and thankfully not anything that could be awkward or a relationship ruiner - they still have everything outside of this when the moment is over, and she'd rather not see that lost ]

Good morning. [ Because it was a good morning if things kept on this nice track ] You slept well. [ It's a part guess, as Helena wasn't disturbed in the night but she was also sleeping rather deeply from the exhaustion of the long day(s). It's also (slightly awkward) small talk, because it's been quite a while since she'd been in a situation like this (especially without there being any other kind of relationship before the sex) ]

[oversight]

[The feeling of her fingers trailing along his skin raises his flesh and he finds himself instinctively pressing in a little closer. Between the sheets, there's still a part of them pressed together, skin-to-skin, and he can feel the difference between them there. It's a comforting heat, unobstructed, and he finds it hard not to concentrate on that while he hums out his approval.]

Mm, did, yeah. Think you did, too.

[His fingers splay across her skin and he presses a few kisses to her back since it's right there. Honestly, the night before was something of a flurry of motion and passion and excess, but he remembers it all pretty fondly. Flashes of memories have him smiling a little, mostly because he enjoys the idea that she actually had a chance to let go and he was able to follow along.]

This mean we gotta get up now?

[mirabilis]

Not at all.

[ The smile that's on her lips widens. The idea sounds nice, to stay there for longer, perhaps even go back to sleep (or revisit last night - she had no qualms about that idea). She was comfortable, content and relaxed. The situation felt good.

She tilted her head a little, trying to turn herself to look at him. As comfortable as she was pressed against him, the two spooned, she wanted to see him. To take in the sight of him in the early morning night, the possibly dopey expression on his face, and his happiness ]

I would be perfectly content in staying here.

[ And she hoped that he was too, that he wanted to stay with her, that he was content in doing so. She hoped as well that just because they were being close now, happy and curled together, that it meant nothing against their work relationship - that it wouldn't ruin it, at least ]

[oversight]

[He shifts with her, moving as he she insinuates herself more intimately against him. Fingers draw across her skin, gentle and barely-there, and his eyes close as he smiles at her.]

Won't see me kickin' you out.

[Feeling compelled, he presses in to brush his nose over her cheek, just to gently touch her because he likes the feel of her skin. She's soft, and sweet, and everything about her says that this was a good idea.

She isn't freaking out, she isn't demanding anything, she's just okay letting them both be. It's awesome.

Blake grins and it travels all the way to his still-closed eyes.]

Since it's your place, though, might be kinda rude if I did.

[mirabilis]

Then I am ever so glad for that.

[ And it would be there that Helena stops moving, finally turned enough to half-face him - leaned against him, head resting upon his chest, and enough of a view to catch sight of him. And she is content. Comfortable, happy, and would very much damn anyone that made her move.

But they weren't going anywhere, at least not for the moment. And Helena hoped that there would be something later, or a little bit more to perfectly round off the moment ]

I would be interested in hearing suggestions, though. If you'll be around that is.