morning after

[meeem]

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 and
something happened.

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jessica jones.

[underachievement]

[ OTA: M/F, F/F, established/assumed CR, crosscanon, canonmates (ship prefs in journal), platonic, etc. ]

[corny]

He's not exactly sure how it happened, only that it involved copious amounts of liquor. But doesn't it always with her? Vaguely, he remembers passing out and wondering why she wasn't kicking him out - and more so why he hadn't kicked himself out. Rehashing this thing with Jessica isn't on the top of his priority list and sleeping with her was already complicated enough, but sleeping with her? In the same bed? That's a whole other can of worms. Especially when he wakes with his big hands encircling her tiny waist and his boulder of a head tucked between her throat and shoulder.

"Sweet Christmas," he mutters, stretching his legs against hers though his body heals too rapidly now to feel truly stiff. It only slots them closer in together and he decides the damage is already done, cinching his grip on her even a little tighter. They're both obviously starved for human contact, he may as well milk what he can from the invading morning light insisting they both get back to their very separate lives.

[underachievement]

Amen. When she passed out beside Luke, she wasn't entirely sure it was really happening, and it's no less surreal to have him there upon waking up. Especially since he doesn't get hangovers (she thinks) so he can't be too sick to move, and unlike her, he's probably not still intoxicated, coaxed into lethargy by his insides swirling together heavily like cement. Vacillating between asleep and awake for the past few hours, Jess can recall settling further back against him and it would appear she only relented when he wrapped around her.

"Go back to sleep," she mumbles with closed eyes. Then she mocks gently, with a vestige of amusement, "'Sweet Christmas.'" How did she manage to forget that he talks like a pensioner? Oh, 'cause they never talk. Good solve, Jones.

[corny]

The offer gets a raised eyebrow, remembering all too well when things had gotten real between them and how she'd pushed back. Now she wants him to stay? Her mockery draws a snort and has the added bonus of cutting through his budding annoyance, holding her a little tighter since he knows they won't have long. Or at least, that's what he'd assumed. He can't be too sure what's happening anymore, most things in his life lately are way more fucked up than this.

"I didn't bring the swear jar," he points out, nosing in against her ear and trying not to appreciate how nice it feels to just be. They'd always fit well together, but now, after everything... He knows he shouldn't search for anything in Jessica Jones and even less so his own feelings for her, but really - what else do either of them fucking have going for them? He's wired though he wants to obey her, thinking it would be simpler if they could sleep this morning away. But bringing this moment into the light of day will mean something and he knows he isn't prepared for the repercussions.

assume the usual buddy.

[deathblade]

The first thing Jake sees when he lifts his head is the now empty bottle of vodka. He squirms, feels a heel skidding on a sheet of paper and the sound of a file slithering to the floor. He yawns, then winces. His arm is all pins and needles, probably because Jessica's head has cut off circulation.

"Did we crack your case last night?" is his first bleary question, before he wriggles further beneath the blanket and closer to Jessica. His files are all over the floor. He'll regret that whenever they actually get up.