Headache forgotten, Claire's mouth formed a perfect O of shock.
"You're kidding, right?"
"'Fraid not."
Oooooooh.
"Claire?"
Damon. Still hugging. Hugging good. Sex.. not something she'd given much thought for a while, not in a right-here-right-now context in any case. She stiffened reflexively. This was just a normal hug, right? Of course it was; that thought was dismissed immediately - House was the seedy bastard from hell who'd had the audacity to suggest.. sex!.. not Damon.
"Uh.. well I guess the almighty blush kinda distracts from the all-over body hangover." Claire grinned nervously at the ceiling. "I feel like my skin's on fire."
"Matching set, huh?"
She shuffled closer and rolled her head onto Damon's shoulder, giggling at the wall of colour that was his neck. "Your ears are redder than your hair. Ow!"
"Are you ok there?"
"Yeah," Claire cut her nod short, wincing. "But shh.. Between the aches and the blushes and talking, there's not much brain power left over in here. Bloody doctors and their bloody chemical compounds. Could you pass me that glass of water, please?"
Damon did so, care in his every movement. She didn't care what House had been suggesting.. ok, so she did, but not as much as she had.. because this was pretty good too - not to mention a hell of a lot less awkward. C'mon girl, how would you ask a mate to shag you just to get rid of a headache, really? Such a bad idea it's not even funny! Just like believing Ethan's lies. But cripes, what if Damon was really pissed off about her blanking the sex idea - even though he had too, sort of? Guys could be just as weird as girls, when they wanted.
Claire signed heavily, finished her drink and rolled the cool glass across her forehead a few times. That and a hug was clearly the best she was going to get at this point, which was great because Damon didn't seem to be pulling away in a huff. She really wasn't ready for the hour when Daniel - nice as he was - decided to ask about her experiences over the last few days though.. The memories were fuzzy, but shameful - one fancy IV and she'd been putty in their hands.
Handing back the glass, Claire kissed Damon lightly on the cheek before returning her head to its previous position. He didn't seem to mind, so she made herself comfortable and played mental two-up until she'd thoroughly confused herself about what to do next. Telling Damon about what had happened was really tempting, especially if he could pass on the information so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else's anger or pity. Then again, being on the receiving end of either from Damon would be just as bad.
After a moment's indecision, she made her mind up. "Can I tell you some, uh, stuff.. about, uh.. here?"
Damon's stomach growled. Crap.
"Never mind," Claire backtracked hurriedly. This conversation wasn't meant to be, which was kind of good and kind of bad, but delaying tactics were definitely good so.. "You go eat - I've been living in the lap of luxury here for days. They even have peanut butter. Find something other than papayas and barnacles; you deserve it."
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Date: 2006-08-23 10:50 pm (UTC)"You're kidding, right?"
"'Fraid not."
Oooooooh.
"Claire?"
Damon. Still hugging. Hugging good. Sex.. not something she'd given much thought for a while, not in a right-here-right-now context in any case. She stiffened reflexively. This was just a normal hug, right? Of course it was; that thought was dismissed immediately - House was the seedy bastard from hell who'd had the audacity to suggest.. sex!.. not Damon.
"Uh.. well I guess the almighty blush kinda distracts from the all-over body hangover." Claire grinned nervously at the ceiling. "I feel like my skin's on fire."
"Matching set, huh?"
She shuffled closer and rolled her head onto Damon's shoulder, giggling at the wall of colour that was his neck. "Your ears are redder than your hair. Ow!"
"Are you ok there?"
"Yeah," Claire cut her nod short, wincing. "But shh.. Between the aches and the blushes and talking, there's not much brain power left over in here. Bloody doctors and their bloody chemical compounds. Could you pass me that glass of water, please?"
Damon did so, care in his every movement. She didn't care what House had been suggesting.. ok, so she did, but not as much as she had.. because this was pretty good too - not to mention a hell of a lot less awkward. C'mon girl, how would you ask a mate to shag you just to get rid of a headache, really? Such a bad idea it's not even funny! Just like believing Ethan's lies. But cripes, what if Damon was really pissed off about her blanking the sex idea - even though he had too, sort of? Guys could be just as weird as girls, when they wanted.
Claire signed heavily, finished her drink and rolled the cool glass across her forehead a few times. That and a hug was clearly the best she was going to get at this point, which was great because Damon didn't seem to be pulling away in a huff. She really wasn't ready for the hour when Daniel - nice as he was - decided to ask about her experiences over the last few days though.. The memories were fuzzy, but shameful - one fancy IV and she'd been putty in their hands.
Handing back the glass, Claire kissed Damon lightly on the cheek before returning her head to its previous position. He didn't seem to mind, so she made herself comfortable and played mental two-up until she'd thoroughly confused herself about what to do next. Telling Damon about what had happened was really tempting, especially if he could pass on the information so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else's anger or pity. Then again, being on the receiving end of either from Damon would be just as bad.
After a moment's indecision, she made her mind up. "Can I tell you some, uh, stuff.. about, uh.. here?"
Damon's stomach growled. Crap.
"Never mind," Claire backtracked hurriedly. This conversation wasn't meant to be, which was kind of good and kind of bad, but delaying tactics were definitely good so.. "You go eat - I've been living in the lap of luxury here for days. They even have peanut butter. Find something other than papayas and barnacles; you deserve it."