Morning After Meme

[memesss]

MORNING AFTER MEME



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.

HOW THIS WORKS; 

➊ comment with your character!
➋ reply to others with wild shenanigans.
➌ soap opera drama ensues.


[lovingly stolen from all over the place]

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[socoolbrewster]

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.

[charring]

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.

[socoolbrewster]

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?

[charring]

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.]

[socoolbrewster]

[...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.

[charring]

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.

[socoolbrewster]

[...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.

[charring]

[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?]

[socoolbrewster]

[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.]

[charring]

Yeah, but we're not counting that, remember? [And next time she's at Vincent's house, she's searching that room thoroughly.] And yes, really.

[Ed, there is a very pretty girl next to you who wants nothing more than to repeat That Thing That They Did. Without booze. What's wrong with you? It's your move, dearest.]

[socoolbrewster]

[Hey, he's still getting used to the fact of the willing pretty girl sans booze, give him a break. But he doesn't need any more of an invitation; he grins like a fool and, with a pleased "cool," he leans towards her more certainly, claiming her lips in a deep kiss as he eases her onto her back, fingers slipping under the edge of her shirt to find the warmer skin underneath.]