bakerstreet | Morning After Meme

[Fffff the light. It burns. Only not literally. Ed's just...going to burrow into your back, person. ...McGee. It smells like McGee. Either way, you are Savior Against the Light and he is Most Grateful.

He also might not have pants on. He can't remember whether that was a thing or not and is too preoccupied with avoiding sunlight at the moment to worry about it.]

[No. That's accurate. The light actually does hurt a bit. Mostly Charlie's head. She's just not even going to bother with whoever it is trying to burrow into her back. She recognizes the person. It's Ed. She has no problem with Ed being there. Wherever there is.

Ed, fair warning. Charlie might be wearing your shirt and her underwear and pretty much nothing else. That's cool, right? And the only relatively intelligent thing she has to offer right now because her head is swimming and she can't think all too well;]

I think I taste Midori.

[Ew.]

[It's totally fine; he'll worry about being embarrassed about it later. Like...five minutes from now when he actually hazards thinking.]

...Don't even say that. I may hurl if you remind me, I'm not even fucking joking.

That shit is not a normal color.

I'm hiding it from him. Again. This time in different parts of the building entirely. [And did he have to tell her it looked like pee? Who the fuck pees in green and goes 'lalala this is totes normal'? She rolls over very carefully, not wanting to disturb Ed or just...move too much in general. She'd consider a cuddle if something hadn't struck her as odd. Namely, her shirt hanging haphazardly on a chair nearby. She blinks at it a moment before looking at the shirt she's wearing.]

Huh. [This is not her shirt. Her shirts are long sleeved. Not short sleeves. She specifically picks out long sleeve shirts nowadays for reasons. Oh, dear. A slight shift of her leg, really just a twitch, and her skin comes into contact with Eds. What.]

This is certainly new.

[They've gone from "SURPRISE! I'm in your bed, hogging your space." to "SURPRISE! We're in a weird bed, not wearing much." Not entirely unexpected just...what even?]

[...Um. Oh. She is...Yeah. And a quick check establishes that...yup. He's not really in much better condition here. Now he blushes.]

...Little bit, yeah.

Um. [Pause pause and yeah, he's not looking at her when he asks. He's not sure where he SHOULD be looking, but it's not at her.] Did we...?

[Okay. Okay. Nothing to panic over. Charlie's just going to try to think for a moment, now that whatever fog has wrapped around her brain has lifted. A hand goes over her eyes, and then her whole arm because light and she's almost completely naked and Ed is, too and she can't focus so give her a minute.]

I remember sitting on one of the couches [in her typical 'there are a lot of strange faces here and it's starting to bother me' fashion, a ball with her knees drawn up to her chin.] You were there with me and Peter came over with ...

[that green melon shit that she's not going to mention.] And then after a lot of that, you had the idea to get away from the crowd because you said that yelling to be heard was getting annoying so we ran down the hall [More like stumbled/ran/giggled like idiots the entire way] to here.

There'd been quite a lot of kissing and then...[Ph, right. She turns red as well, peeking out at Ed from under her arm. That would be a 'yes', Ed.]

Okay. I wasn't sure, everything's kind of...

[He pulls an arm out from under the covers and kind of waves it around a little, up and down, like a wave, and it's not exactly demonstrative but the point is "all the fuck over the place" and he figures that's close enough. He grins sheepishly, self-conscious but pleased at the same time.]

But cool. That's...awesome.

[...You will never be smooth or cavalier about ANYTHING, Ed (especially not stuff like this), so stop trying; your attempt at it is obvious and your success is nil. You just look like a dork.

...Especially the fact that he is trying SO.HARD not to add "...right?" Just to make sure.]

[She smiles, nodding her agreement before carefully shuffling closer and even going so far as to pull his arms around her before kissing him and resting her head on his chest. And since she knows what he's trying so hard to not ask, she adds:] Pretty damn awesome.

Awesome.

[That's apparently the Word of the Day. He'll get over it in like...hours, but for now EVERYTHING IS AWESOME. Yep, the grin has gone from 'fff what is this' to full-on derp. It will probably stay there until the 'awesome' wears off. And he's just going to toy with her hair a little because hands: he doesn't really know where to put them.]

...Fuck, now I have to apologize to Peter for telling him his party sucked. Not gonna lie, I feel kinda bad about that now.

No, the party did suck. Escaping it and coming here was the only good part. [Everyone had laughed a little too loudly and asked too many personal questions and she didn't know anyone but Ed and Peter and Amy and Brewster. But whatever. That's not relevant because Ed is playing with her hair and that pretty much cancels out everything. Seriously, Ed. It's unfair that you're doing that. She should probably think about getting her clothes on but she can't.] Besides, he'd ask what changed your mind.

[Well. He can't put clothes on until you do, Charlie, since he has NO idea where anything is but his shirt. Which is currently already being used. So the moving thing? Totally in your court.

Some consideration, and then finally:]

Yeah, you're probably right. [A shorter pause, and then he pulls a face.]

Not that he won't already know. If not now then later; the guy's got way more cameras around here than is anywhere close to normal.

Wow. That's not an unsettling thought or anything. [Charlie's nose wrinkles slightly, sitting up carefully a moment later. She was all set to just stay where she was but the very idea of cameras being anywhere in the room...nope.] I'd say lets go get breakfast but my stomach isn't too impressed with the idea. What about going back to my place to try to sleep off the hangovers?

[Ffff where are you goinggggg. Okay, fine. Ugh. Upright. He can do that. Probably. The room's unsteady as he does, but he manages.]

That sounds like a great plan, actually. I don't even want to know what Kriss Angel's gonna say when he gets out of his drunken stupor. Better to leave before he tries to get up.

...We can always pull food later?

[This was a better idea when she was lying down, actually. Charlie's sitting with her head in her hands, eyes closed tightly. Someone stop the world, she wants to get off.] Later. Right. Mmhmmm. Just...give me a minute? My head is swearing at me. So is my stomach.

[One final thought about getting up, a glance at where her jeans are in a pile on the floor and her shoes are sort of haphazardly..over there somewhere near the door and she decides they might be too far away. She stretches a leg out, hooking her jeans with her toe and pulls them over and sure, she could use her ability to get her shoes. But just thinking about that hurts. Moving in general hurts.] This might be a while.

[Meanwhile Ed's still glancing around for pants. They are...AHA. Over there. His side, on the floor. That makes sense. A quick gauge and he thinks he can get to them without actually moving too much. Maybe. Fortunately he's less stomachache-y and more balance-challenged and headachey. So it's a matter of leaning over and reaching, and...it's too far. Fuck. Maybe if he rolls onto his stomach and tries to get it...? A little further, a little further...

...Okay, bad idea; he's tangled in the sheets now and can't straighten out. Too far TOO FAR--]

Ohshit.

[He kicks a leg out to try to save his balance, but it's too late, and over he goes.]

...Ow.

[Charlie had Ed's shirt in her hands, now reduced to just a black bra and matching underwear. She'd been holding it out to him, not really looking. Until he swore. She turned in time to see him fall, even reaching for the leg that had kicked out and missing.

No sooner had he thumped to the floor when she'd crawled across the bed to his side, looking over the edge of it at him. She's stretched out across the bed, now, because it feels significantly better than crouching on the bed. She's more concerned about him than amused by his misfortune.]

Need some help?

[Flat on his back, he stares up at her, narrowly resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at her. What kind of a question is that?]

No. I just had a disagreement with gravity, we're good now.

[Just injured pride, that's all. Don't look at him like that, McGee.

And now he twists around to try to orient himself. Pants are...over there. Okay. Shift around, and reach, and...there. Success. Now it's just a matter of untangling himself from the sheet and getting his jeans on. Which is mostly a lot of frantic wiggling because HA like he has enough sense of balance to do it standing.]

[Ed's shirt is set on the bed as Charlie sits up, legs now on his side of the room. She eases herself into a standing position and starts towards her own shirt, Once that's yanked on and she's run fingers through her slightly messy hair, she's sitting again. That seemed to take a lot out of her and she's frowning a bit.]

I don't think it's ever taken this long to get dressed. [It's about ten seconds, however, before she's heading back to the rest of her clothes, checking the pockets of her jeans to make sure she had everything. And hey, added bonus; a hair elastic. That takes care of her hair. Now...where the fuck are her shoes?]

[And now it's back to standing. The bed helps. And then he's grabbing his shirt, tugging it on, and kicking his shoes to a place that isn't under the bed. ...He found one of hers too, which he nudges over. Now that he's mostly situated he can actually pay attention to McGee.]

...It wasn't that long.

[...Maybe.] It's not like it's a race anyway, as long as we manage to skip Peter on the way out.

We'll be fine. He usually sleeps pretty damn late and--[This is the part where God or whoever reminds Charlie that he doesn't actually like her that much because down the hall she hears Peter yelling. Her eyes widen and she looks at Ed, trying to not grin too much. She listens to Peter's voice more, tilting her head slightly.] I don't think he's between us and the front door.

[She's not about to struggle with her shoes, both of them now in her hands. She's pretty much ready to run for it at this point, hangover be damned.]

[Don't even bother trying not to grin; Ed's doing the same and failing because Peterrrrr what even.]

I'm just going to say, secret entrance? There needs to be one. Because now would be a great time for using spy tactics, and I'm pretty sure neither of us are qualified.

[But he's going to creep over to the door anyway and poke his head out. Without looking back at her, he waves her over and eases the door open a little further.]

I think the coast's clear.

The man has a panic room and he doesn't have a secret exit. How lame is that?

[In all seriousness, though. She does like Peter. He was a big help when Charlie'd decided Ed shouldn't be a vampire. Not that she got to do the actual staking but whatever. AND HEY! Lets not think about that right now. Those aren't the happiest of thoughts, even if the ending was ridiculously happy.

Charlie heads over, slipping her hand into his and squeezing gently. She's grinning, practically bouncing out of her skin as she sticks her head out of the door as well. Nothing except for someone who works for Peter running into his room when he yells again. One last look at Ed before she slips past him out the door, trying to move as quietly and as quickly as she can to the elevators.]

[And now there's sneaking down the hallway; careful and attempted silence, periodically checking behind them just to make sure. ...Only he keeps sniggering under his breath because they are seriously trying to sneak out and he has to keep his hand on the wall so he doesn't end up wandering into the middle where people will see them and somehow it's FUNNY.]

[This shouldn't be as funny as it is, but there they both are, trying desperately to not giggle too loudly but Ed sure as hell isn't helping. She turns around, one finger over her lips and a 'shhh' only barely making it out past the giggle-fit she was fighting. They weren't even doing anything wrong, just avoiding an awkward interrogation. But this was still so hilarious.]

Elevator's this way.

[Still moving carefully. Nothing to see here...Peter's yelling again so Charlie decides to run to the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly. Why the fuck was the elevator so slow today oh God.]

Charlie McGee || Firestarter

HAVE MORE FEELS. only awkward ones. and HAPPIER. :D also MOAR HUMAN!ED.

yay! to all!

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icon keywords. so perfect.

heee yes.

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