bakerstreet | Morning After Meme

[He practically slides to a stop next to her, slamming a hand against the wall as he runs out of room and why isn't it openingggg. He kind of bounces in place, as if that will actually help anything.]

Shit shit shit, go go go you stupid thing, c'mon!

[...There might have actually been a squeak in there somewhere, he wasn't paying attention, he's more focused on the escaping part.

Finally it slides open, and he prods at her back to usher her in, slipping in after her and jamming fingers against the button to close the doors, and now he's just snickering into her shoulder like it's the funniest thing ever but he knows he should still be quiet.]

[Charlie's giggling a little more openly now. She's past the point of being able to keep it contained. Really, there's just no point in trying. It was starting to hurt. Charlie's arm has gone around Ed's waist and her face is pressed against his neck as she laughs. Her other hand still holds her shoes but what does she care? Some part of her brain is convinced if she lets go of her shoes or, more importantly, Ed, she'd float away from the excited and giddy feeling bubbling under her skin.

When she's settled down enough to breathe, her other arm goes around him and she leans against his shoulder a bit, still smiling.] You alright, gorgeous?

[He's not sure if he's trying to use her for support or trying to support her or just wants to keep her there or what, but he wraps his arms around her in turn, holding her close, and just kind of grins back.]

Funny, I was gonna say that, you're the one with the gigglefit. You had me worried for a minute there.

[...Not really. Highly amused, maybe.]

I'm sure I'll be fine after some sleep. [It's all of the above, Ed. Mutual support and keeping each other close. She's doing the same. Arms around him, head on his shoulder for another moment or two as she relaxes some.

And as for the sleep she needs? She's set for loads of sleep and she's hoping Ed will be there. It's kind of nice when he's there. Not to sound creepy but she likes the way his heartbeat sounds and the fact that he now actually breathes while he sleeps. It's oddly comforting. She tilts her head up, kissing him briefly before speaking again.] I don't really feel like I got a whole lot of it last night. What time did we sneak away from everyone else, anyway? I didn't happen to notice.

[...Ed's not sure he did either, in all honesty. He nuzzles her neck, partly to try to buy some time to come up with an answer and partly just because it's another vampire quirk holdover, disconcerting rationally because of what it used to be but comforting on some weird level he tries not to think about. He presses a kiss there before replying instead of inspecting it too closely.]

Like...1? 2? Maybe? Late. Or...early, I guess. Technically. I don't think either of us got much sleep, between talking and...you know.

[Yep. Apparently he CANNOT SAY IT. De-vampification evidently takes away ALL lack of inhibitions, so welcome to a more awkward and less outrageously vulgar Ed! Who apparently cannot discuss sex things with girls.]

Edited 2012-01-20 11:28 (UTC)

[When has anything about these two been rational? The nuzzling gets a sigh, her head tilting slightly. She's going to enjoy the nuzzling for a moment, never mind the fact that she knows it's leftover vampire habits.]

Good reasons to be awake half the night.

[That's okay, she can't say it right now either. She's still in shock that it actually happened.

Ding! Ground floor; Taxi's, Busses or a fifteen minute walk to Charlie's place await. Which will it be?]

Definitely. ...But maybe less booze next time.

[Um. Did he say that out loud? MOVING ON.

With the change in angle he plants the next kiss a little higher, but by now the door's open so really they need to be going.

Ffff taxi. You kidding? Like they could make it down the street on their own power. Out to the curb, McGee in tow, a hasty wave-down, and off they go. ...You have money, McGee, right? Because he has like...3 bucks. Tops.]

[And busses smell bad and are too stop-and-go for anyone's stomachs, lets be honest.]

How about just no booze next time? I was kind of hoping that was how the first time would go.

[Don't mind Charlie, Ed. She's just going to spend the majority of the taxi ride curled up against you, maybe even tilt her head back enough to kiss whatever part of your neck and face she can reach. And yes, she has money for the taxi. She always has money for taxi rides. Look! Her apartment building. She's payed the driver and at some point managed to put her shoes on and is trying to make her way to her apartment before falling over. You've got her, right Ed?]

[Valid points all! And for his part for most of the ride Ed's just going to facilitate ease of access to wherever she wants and do his level best to reciprocate with all manner of enthusiasm. Even including pulling her into his lap to help with that because fff seat belts. Clearly unimportant.]

Well we can always pretend. Call a do-over and just...not count it? So next time is the first time. ...And no booze.

[Of course he's got her on the way to the apartment. Arm looped around her waist, the opposite hand trailing against the wall so he's got some kind of guidance system; if she's going down, he is too. Only the plan is obviously to NOT do that. They need to get to the apartment.]

Okay. [Not that she thinks the first time was bad. She just wants to remember it a little better. It's sort of difficult since a lot of it is lost in a drunk haze.

As much as Charlie sort of hates her tiny apartment, she's never been happier to see it. The door doesn't even stick anymore when she unlocks it and an attempt is made to hang her keys on the hook nearby but she misses. She doesn't seem bothered by this. Instead, her concern is getting Ed in and shutting the door.]

I feel like getting home is just this huge victory, right now.

[Good. Door is closed. He's just...going to lean against it. Totally not because he might lose his balance otherwise.]

Considering it took like...six hours? [...More like one. Maybe.] It's pretty impressive.

[A pause, and he glances around the room like it's the first time he's ever seen the place.]

So...now what?

There's always going back to bed. [Charlie, are you even aware of what exactly that may imply at the moment?] Off my feet sounds like a really good idea right now.

[Nod nod and he's just going to (mostly) ignore alternate interpretations. It's less obviously potentially awkward that way.]

Yeah, that...sounds like a good idea. If only because I'm not sure how much longer you can stay on yours. [Totally about hers. Nothing to do with the fact that NEITHER of them really can independently.

...He'll just wait for her to make the first move in that direction. He can't really remember where the bed is right now, and he's not making the first move towards it anyway.]

[She just puts her arm around him and starts heading towards her room. Carefully. Because gravity is starting it's shit again so she has to lean a hand on the wall as she goes. Her room isn't that far from the front door. Just a short trek down the hall and hey, presto. There it is.

Charlie sits on the end of her bed carefully, pulling Ed down next to her.]

I don't think I'm ever drinking that much again. Ever. [Which probably means no more parties with Peter for a good long while and if she does end up at one, she'll stay near plants or some kind of container that he didn't purchase off of eBay and dump the stuff in there when he's not looking. Her shoes are worked off and she sort of kicks them. Over there. Probably near the closet. She hopes.]

Edited 2012-01-21 02:50 (UTC)

[Oof. Too much force, McGee; he kind of pulls a weeble for a minute there until he finds his center of gravity, and you're just lucky he threw a hand down behind you to brace or you might have ended up with him on top of you. Shoes take less effort to take care of, he just kind of toes them off and lets them drop at the end of the bed.]

Don't say that, it always guarantees you will.

[A snicker; don't ask why it's funny, he doesn't really know.]

Plus I think he always knows when you're trying to avoid it. And just tries harder. It's like...his superpower.

Nope. I have a plan. A good plan. Dump it in anything not holy, labeled an ancient relic or from eBay. Or wait a few minutes and hand it off to someone else. That is also an option.

[Charlie stretches out on her side, one arm under her head and a tired smile on her face.] Also, you highly underestimate my stubbornness.

He'll still know. Cameras, remember?

[You're...moving again. Okay. Ed follows suit, although it's really more of a boneless flop onto his back than a smooth movement; he's done with the catlike shit, even if he has to pay attention to not do it.]

He's like Big Brother. Only real. And...Goth. And a raging alcoholic.

[The quip about her stubbornness gets a doubting smirk though.]

Really.

Maybe he'll learn I don't want anything alcoholic. I bed he'd have a heart attack if he saw any of that go to waste.

[She shifts on the bed so her head is once again on his chest. It's her most favorite spot to be right now. Hope he doesn't mind. Her arms go around him gently.]

Really, really. I'm pretty damn stubborn when I need to be.

Vincent only learns what he wants to learn; he'd just see it as a challenge.

[Bah. Why would he mind? He's shifting to put his arms around her too. Clearly there is no such thing as personal space.]

Uh-huh. When?

It's not one he'd win. [When have these two ever been concerned about personal space except for maybe the first couple weeks they've known each other.]

Often. All the time.

[She's just going to go back to kissing your jawline and neck in an attempt to distract you from how stubborn she is, and hopefully simultaneously prove her point. Her logic is fuzzy.]

[...It's alright, he's not really paying attention to logic anymore. Or really...words, even, he's too busy with the distraction. He arches his neck to afford better access, sighing quietly in appreciation as he traces fingers along her side.]

...Sometimes. Maybe.

All the damn time. Especially at work.

[You are aware she's counting this as a win, right? Especially with the sigh. She is so winning this argument. She presses a few more kisses into his neck and a couple on his lips, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. And she's playing with his hair again.]

Hi. Again. You need anything? Other than sleep which I've just realized I'm keeping you from.

[...That's not fair. SO not fair. You can't be all...that and then spring "oh, btw sleep" on him like that. Or even argue with that.

Not even kind of fair.

Not that Ed really minds; he just levers himself up a bit to meet her level and returns her attentions eagerly, to the point where he follows for a moment as she pulls away.]

Hi.

[All the sheepish and slow smiling.]

I can sleep when I'm dead...? [...Wait. That's...not really funny. Bad taste. Now he just kind of snickers self-consciously.] Or, you know. Later. Unless you want to sleep.

[Charlie's enjoying this just...so much. Except for that bad joke. That gets the slightest of eyebrow raises and a bit of a head tilt. Really, Ed? Really? But then she's blushing just a bit. She's not...entirely interested in sleep right now, Ed.]

Honestly, I just wanted to get you and I away from a room possibly filled with cameras.

[Is that bad?]

[And she gets a slight blush in return; he's certainly not going to argue with that.]

I think it might be a little late for that, considering. But, um. Really?

[Yep. Earlier activities of the evening taken into account, he's still surprised. Hey, he's watched movies, he knows how those things usually go once you start to remove booze from the equation.]

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