Post by Lovely on Jul 1, 2011 20:01:41 GMT -5
July 1, 2011
11am
Las Vegas hotel room
Jaime wasn't exactly a morning person and with her job as a bounty hunter there were often times when she was up late and got to sleep in. Today she'd slept in for entirely different reasons and she wasn't in her own bed but that of a hotel. The curtains were heavy to keep the light out and allow her to sleep peacefully, the arm that was loosely wrapped around her and the warmth of the body next to hers also helped to keep her comfortable and feeling secure. In her sleep her mind assumed it was her longtime boyfriend Craig and she sighed, content. She stretched and felt something of a surprise pressing against her, in the haze that came from too much tequila the night before, she wondered if Craig had gotten some of those enhancement pills or something, it would explain why she was sore.. very happily sore. She couldn't resist, even with the slight hangover and stretched against him again, slowly sliding her bare skin along his. "Mmmm.." She hummed, keeping her eyes closed as she reached to give him some special attention and perhaps wake them both to a very, "Gooood morning." she whispered, nibbling at his shoulder with a small smile.
Good morning? Wasn't it still night? Wasn't he still at the Black Jack table, watching his week's cash float away three digits at a time? He was sure it wasn't one of the dealers nibbling on his shoulder just then, breaking the haze of dreams of flashing lights and faintly ringing bells. One bell rang louder and louder as his conscious brain tugged at him to tell him whose voice it was whispering beside him. Logic defied the answer and his eyes defied the feeble attempt at prying them open more than enough to see he was in a plush room with thick enough curtains to mask the time of day. It was almost as bad as the casino with warping all sense of time. No, this time it was worse - the sort of warp that turned out one's insides like the reminder of having had far too much tequila and suddenly wishing he was still under its effect. The graze of silken skin beside him was more than enticing and gratifying, but altogether foreign as far as his exploits of recent memory went, and the bearer of the magic touch showed him exactly how impaired his recent memory had become. He'd turned and thought he imagined the face, but there was no mistaking the particular curve of her lip or angle of her cheek, even in the thin, blue illumination of the clock and the varying bursts of glow marking where the electric amenities of the unusually large suite were situated around them. He had been comfortably entangled and there was no mistaking that, either. He cursed under his breath as he tried to pull his arm away from her. "Wake up," he said, jolting himself free of the tangles of coverings enough to lean up on an elbow and look around for any clue that could explain how he'd landed in this room and how, of all people, with Jaime!
She didn't understand at first, simultaneously feeling the sting of rejection and the confusion of hearing a different voice than she expected. Her hand pulled away and her mouth turned down in an angry pout as she too started to untangle and sit up. "What the hell is wro.. oohhh shit." She stared at him in shock as her eyes opened and she focused on the man beside her, finally realizing he was not Craig. Not that she had any doubt about what they'd done in this bed, the details might not be clear but from how she felt and how they woke up, she knew.. still, she gingerly pulled the covers out to peek underneath. "Damn.."
"Damn? Is that best you can come up with? What the HELL is this? Us...? This...?" He pulled the cover back to cover them both and shook his head, then wishing he hadn't. Sitting up quickly had already done enough damage. "You don't need to see that. What did you put in my drink?"
"Screw you!" She snapped and punched his arm but reached to cradle her own head after, jerking around wasn't good for her this morning. "What did you put in my drink?" She rubbed her face but scowled and pulled her hand away, it felt weird, she looking down, realized why, and then went pale. "Biff.. show me your hands!"
"What? Why?" He asked, wrinkled in complete confusion as he rubbed his arm. He wasn't expecting the punch, or the realization that his arm was the sort of stiff and sore that confirmed it wasn't just her working him over, but that he'd instigated a great deal of whatever he couldn't clearly remember yet. "I'm not touching you, if that's what you mean. Both right here," he motioned, the one on his shoulder and the other he half -lifted and held against the sheet in his lap.
"Oh my... gggaaah!" He had the gall to make a comment about her thinking or wanting him to touch her right then!? "Just let me see!" She snapped though he wasn't hiding and one look at his left hand made her whimper softly. "Ohh no.. no, we didn't!" She reached to pull his hand next to hers, looking from her ring to his, they seemed to be a matched set. Jaime was angry, confused, and upset but wasn't fully blaming Biff, she knew she was just as guilty even if she wasn't about to announce that fact.
"Didn't what? Are you out of your mind? It's a hand. You have two, I have two. great, we're normal. What's the big deal?" He'd tried to focus on the clock but it seemed to swim and blur. He pinched his eyes closed and tried to understand. "Didn't -what-, Jaime? Tell me what you're talking about, then tell me how we got here."
He acted like he had no idea and was just as shocked as she was, Jaime wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse. She didn't answer his question right away, it took a couple of minutes to get herself composed enough to say anything about it. "We're both wearing rings on our left hands.. and they seem to match.. we're in Vegas.. woke up in bed together.. I think we might have gotten married." It took her a few round about comments to come out and finally say it and once she did it started to settle in her brain and she believed that was exactly what they'd done.
He had the same wrinkled confusion as he reacted. "What? Okay, that's it. Game's over. Who's taking the pictures and how much do they want, huh? Whose shit list did I get on that thinks this kinda blackmail bullshit's gonna fly? They can take it out of my ass, but they gotta come and get it," he said, shaking his head again despite the added spin it gave to the room. He pulled the sheet off and started to look for any hint of clothes that would get him down to the lobby and a cab. "Married? Are you out of your tree?!"
"Wow.. I thought this was upsetting for me.. I didn't realize you thought that low of me. The idea repulses you that much, you run for the door?" Her voice was strangely soft as she moved more slowly to get out of the bed, she switched on a small lamp on the bedside table and carefully found her way to the bathroom. It was a large, nice suite.. she might throw herself in front of traffic if she found out it was the honeymoon suite.
11am
Las Vegas hotel room
Jaime wasn't exactly a morning person and with her job as a bounty hunter there were often times when she was up late and got to sleep in. Today she'd slept in for entirely different reasons and she wasn't in her own bed but that of a hotel. The curtains were heavy to keep the light out and allow her to sleep peacefully, the arm that was loosely wrapped around her and the warmth of the body next to hers also helped to keep her comfortable and feeling secure. In her sleep her mind assumed it was her longtime boyfriend Craig and she sighed, content. She stretched and felt something of a surprise pressing against her, in the haze that came from too much tequila the night before, she wondered if Craig had gotten some of those enhancement pills or something, it would explain why she was sore.. very happily sore. She couldn't resist, even with the slight hangover and stretched against him again, slowly sliding her bare skin along his. "Mmmm.." She hummed, keeping her eyes closed as she reached to give him some special attention and perhaps wake them both to a very, "Gooood morning." she whispered, nibbling at his shoulder with a small smile.
Good morning? Wasn't it still night? Wasn't he still at the Black Jack table, watching his week's cash float away three digits at a time? He was sure it wasn't one of the dealers nibbling on his shoulder just then, breaking the haze of dreams of flashing lights and faintly ringing bells. One bell rang louder and louder as his conscious brain tugged at him to tell him whose voice it was whispering beside him. Logic defied the answer and his eyes defied the feeble attempt at prying them open more than enough to see he was in a plush room with thick enough curtains to mask the time of day. It was almost as bad as the casino with warping all sense of time. No, this time it was worse - the sort of warp that turned out one's insides like the reminder of having had far too much tequila and suddenly wishing he was still under its effect. The graze of silken skin beside him was more than enticing and gratifying, but altogether foreign as far as his exploits of recent memory went, and the bearer of the magic touch showed him exactly how impaired his recent memory had become. He'd turned and thought he imagined the face, but there was no mistaking the particular curve of her lip or angle of her cheek, even in the thin, blue illumination of the clock and the varying bursts of glow marking where the electric amenities of the unusually large suite were situated around them. He had been comfortably entangled and there was no mistaking that, either. He cursed under his breath as he tried to pull his arm away from her. "Wake up," he said, jolting himself free of the tangles of coverings enough to lean up on an elbow and look around for any clue that could explain how he'd landed in this room and how, of all people, with Jaime!
She didn't understand at first, simultaneously feeling the sting of rejection and the confusion of hearing a different voice than she expected. Her hand pulled away and her mouth turned down in an angry pout as she too started to untangle and sit up. "What the hell is wro.. oohhh shit." She stared at him in shock as her eyes opened and she focused on the man beside her, finally realizing he was not Craig. Not that she had any doubt about what they'd done in this bed, the details might not be clear but from how she felt and how they woke up, she knew.. still, she gingerly pulled the covers out to peek underneath. "Damn.."
"Damn? Is that best you can come up with? What the HELL is this? Us...? This...?" He pulled the cover back to cover them both and shook his head, then wishing he hadn't. Sitting up quickly had already done enough damage. "You don't need to see that. What did you put in my drink?"
"Screw you!" She snapped and punched his arm but reached to cradle her own head after, jerking around wasn't good for her this morning. "What did you put in my drink?" She rubbed her face but scowled and pulled her hand away, it felt weird, she looking down, realized why, and then went pale. "Biff.. show me your hands!"
"What? Why?" He asked, wrinkled in complete confusion as he rubbed his arm. He wasn't expecting the punch, or the realization that his arm was the sort of stiff and sore that confirmed it wasn't just her working him over, but that he'd instigated a great deal of whatever he couldn't clearly remember yet. "I'm not touching you, if that's what you mean. Both right here," he motioned, the one on his shoulder and the other he half -lifted and held against the sheet in his lap.
"Oh my... gggaaah!" He had the gall to make a comment about her thinking or wanting him to touch her right then!? "Just let me see!" She snapped though he wasn't hiding and one look at his left hand made her whimper softly. "Ohh no.. no, we didn't!" She reached to pull his hand next to hers, looking from her ring to his, they seemed to be a matched set. Jaime was angry, confused, and upset but wasn't fully blaming Biff, she knew she was just as guilty even if she wasn't about to announce that fact.
"Didn't what? Are you out of your mind? It's a hand. You have two, I have two. great, we're normal. What's the big deal?" He'd tried to focus on the clock but it seemed to swim and blur. He pinched his eyes closed and tried to understand. "Didn't -what-, Jaime? Tell me what you're talking about, then tell me how we got here."
He acted like he had no idea and was just as shocked as she was, Jaime wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse. She didn't answer his question right away, it took a couple of minutes to get herself composed enough to say anything about it. "We're both wearing rings on our left hands.. and they seem to match.. we're in Vegas.. woke up in bed together.. I think we might have gotten married." It took her a few round about comments to come out and finally say it and once she did it started to settle in her brain and she believed that was exactly what they'd done.
He had the same wrinkled confusion as he reacted. "What? Okay, that's it. Game's over. Who's taking the pictures and how much do they want, huh? Whose shit list did I get on that thinks this kinda blackmail bullshit's gonna fly? They can take it out of my ass, but they gotta come and get it," he said, shaking his head again despite the added spin it gave to the room. He pulled the sheet off and started to look for any hint of clothes that would get him down to the lobby and a cab. "Married? Are you out of your tree?!"
"Wow.. I thought this was upsetting for me.. I didn't realize you thought that low of me. The idea repulses you that much, you run for the door?" Her voice was strangely soft as she moved more slowly to get out of the bed, she switched on a small lamp on the bedside table and carefully found her way to the bathroom. It was a large, nice suite.. she might throw herself in front of traffic if she found out it was the honeymoon suite.