[George] The Morning After
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crossing_lostrpWho: 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?"
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?"
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[George] Good answer
Date: 2006-11-29 02:46 am (UTC)Enough for Jack to possibly see the goofy grin on her face. George turned her head away, to hide how much his response pleased her--and relieved her. Jack wasn't going to run off. Like Trip. It wasn't like this was true love or anything, it was just for fun--but it was enough fun that she'd like to do it again. (And so does Jack. Yay!)
George almost asked whether Jack wanted breakfast first, or a shower. But she'd heard his stomach growl, and her had too. Food first, even if it meant enduring more applause.
"They've got bacon and eggs in the kitchen right."
OOC: You can reply here or we can adjourn back to the kitchen thread. Your call.
OOC: Kitchen sounds good to me.
Date: 2006-11-30 03:06 am (UTC)[George] Smoke me a kipper...
Date: 2006-11-30 06:53 am (UTC)