[George] The Morning After

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Who: George
Where: Her Room
When: Day 24, morning (immediately following "Walk of Shame"
Invited: Captain Jack Harkness
Status: Complete


George paused outside the door to her room. She considered knocking for a moment, but the thought, (Hell, it's my room.)

She turned the latch and pushed the door open and slipped inside. When the door closed, it was dark. Pitch black. At some point early in the morning, they'd turned off the bedside lamp so they could sleep. Not that they'd actually slept, not for a while yet.

"Jack?" George breathed, hardly loud enough for her own ears. The room was warm and slightly humid. A strong musky scent filled her nose. The smell of sex. George wondered suddenly if she had carried it with her to the kitchen. She shuffled forward, unable to see, gauging her progress by memory. The bed should be a few more careful steps that way....

"Jack?" George asked, a little louder this time. Her foot caught on something and she flailed for moment until she caught her balance. Her foot was tangled in the bundle of sheets they'd pulled off the bed and thrown aside. Kicking carefully, George untangled her foot and then pushed them aside.

Another careful step. Two. Then her shin brushed the side of the bed. George bent and felt around for the mattress. Ah, there. She slid her hands across, feeling for Jack. Was he still in here? Had he left too?

"Jack?"