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morning after

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios

① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?

② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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Ironically, when Matt first booked his flight to Los Angeles to keep his only non-hometown client from getting sued into being unable to make or repair any more suits for him, he'd assumed he'd hate it. The New York City snob in him was so certain that no other city could live up to it, especially not one on the west coast. He'd thought the infamous artificiality of Los Angeles would put him off immediately, but when one can't actually see the spackled on layer of glitz and glamour that the city and its residents are known for, it turns out that people are just people are just people no matter where you go. (Even if they're a slightly different flavor of rude than he's used to.)

Either way, the warmth is so nice. The air off the Pacific ports isn't nearly as nauseating as the Hudson can be when summer starts baking all the oily layers of pollution sitting on the water, and the company really can't be beat in spite of the awkward picnic conversations with family. Matt actually finds himself regretting his impending return to his city just a tiny amount, enough that he'd rescheduled his return flight (he doesn't remember doing it, but that's neither here nor there!)

When he is pulled out of his borderline blasphemous thoughts (sorry, Hell's Kitchen, love you Hell's Kitchen) by the sound of Jen's heartbeat slowly picking up speed as she wakes up, he rolls over to face her, a sleepy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Morning."

"Morni — "

As soon as she starts to speak, she makes a face at herself and then claps a hand over her mouth. Not because she sounds silly or stupid but because...

"Sorry, morning breath. I know your sensitive sniffer is probably going to pick it up and I really don't want to make a bad impression when you're laying here in my bed right now, looking like you do."

Is it ridiculous to think he would leave because of morning breath? Sure it is but she's been just being careful. She likes him and she doesn't want him to go anywhere.

Jen smiles behind her hand.

"Sleep good? I didn't kick you or anything in the middle of the night?"

Matt laughs, tickled both by the sweetness and the silliness of the gesture. He reaches up between them, sliding his fingers against the inside of her wrist and then hooking them between her fingers so they're holding hands with their palms pressed together. Then he gently tugs her arm down to the space on the pillow between them. "Not to ruin the mystique or anything, but this sensitive sniffer survives New York City in the summertime. There's not a smell left on Earth that can offend me." He has passed out inside of a mostly full dumpster before and lived to tell the tale, not that Hell or high water could ever get him to admit that to Jen, thank you. "But I appreciate the concern."

He's a lot more accustomed to negative reactions to the idea of his extremely strong senses than considerate ones. Not that the very few people who know haven't had their reasons, but still. It's a breath of fresh air.

Her follow-up questions make him grin. "No, I think all my bruises are from when we were awake." Then, at the risk of sounding terribly sappy he adds: "I slept great. The sound of your heartbeat helped to make the rest of the city less... loud." The difference in the soundscape really got to him his first night in LA.

Oh geez, of all the things he could have said, she doesn't expect something as sweet and genuine as that to be the things that makes her blush. Considering all the things they've done with each other and all the ways she's seen him, hearing him say that is what makes her feel some kind of way.

With her free hand, she reaches out and smacks him lightly in the chest before trying to pull herself closer to him since he'd said that and she's just going to try and hide her face against his shoulder.

"You're the worst. I'm trying not to blush but here you are, being sweet and cute and hot and I'm blushing. I hate you."

She does not.

Matt catches her other hand when she smacks his chest, and he obligingly scoots so she can tuck her face against his shoulder, but can't resist teasing: "Did I mention that I can tell when people are lying?" What a smug bastard, honestly. "I hope it's not about the sweet and cute and hot parts." He likes those! At least, he likes the way her heart sounds, skipping over a beat.

The heat of her blush on his skin makes him let her hand go so he can tug the sheets up around them, and he hooks her ankle with his leg afterwards. He's sorely tempted to drift back to sleep like this, all tangled up together, but it'd probably be pretty irresponsible.

Curiously, as a non-sequitur: "What do you look like?" It's not important, but it'd still be nice to know. It might fill in some little bits and pieces of the picture he has of her in his head. "Hair color, eye color, stuff like that."

"Oh, you know."

She hedges just for a second because while she knows she isn't ugly, she doesn't want to say something to him that turns him off. She doesn't think she will but, well, insecurities die hard.

And he just told her that he can tell when people are lying so honesty it is. She takes a breath and then sighs.

"Dark hair, curly. Short...ish? Down to my shoulders. I wear glasses sometimes because I'm old and my eyesight's starting to go. Uh, dark eyes. A tail. Did I mention I have a tail?"

Well, everything up to the tail part was honest!

Morning After

couldn't resist! lmk if you'd like anything changed and I'll edit!

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