RoTM 1.91.3: Wake up...roll over...what is the first thing you touch?
mybrothershadow appears with permission from his mun. This prompt was inspired by one of Peter's responses, which can be found here.
She's good at gauging just how much she can get away with. Never torture too much or take the joke too far unless you're completely positive you can get away with it; that's the rule she uses as her guide. Sometimes, however, when she's in an exceptionally silly mood, the rules have a way of going out the window.
The first thing she touches--no, lands on--when she forces herself awake and rolls over onto her supposed side of the bed, is a rubber duck. Its only one of several toys they got Tex for Christmas, but its clearly his favorite.
Its also the loudest.
Sasha is aware of this even as she's getting herself together for the morning. When she's finally through with her morning routine and wearing what'll pass for clothing in Malibu, she stops in the doorway and stares into their bedroom. Tex has moved to his bed in the corner, Peter is still sleeping peacefully, and the duck is still on the bed beside him begging her to start something.
After a minute or so of trying to convince herself to be a good girl, Sasha gives in and pounces back down on the bed, picking up the duck. She knows she shouldn't be mean. Peter's trying to recover from the alcohol and ice cream dinner/dessert she 'made' for them last night. Its not fair to attack him while he's so vulnerable.
Yet that somehow makes it better for her, and she can't resist giving the duck a loud sqeak. And another. And another.
And when Peter groans and pulls the pillow over his head without so much as lifting it to see what's going on, she has to bite her lip to keep from giggling out loud.
Instead of revealing herself, she squeezes the toy again. And again. And again.
"God damnit, Tex!" Peter growls, tightening his hold around the pillow. The response only encourages Sasha, who proceeds to squeak the toy four more times in rapid succession.
"Get that fucking thing out of our bed!" He orders this time, his tone one of complete exasperation. She raises an eyebrow at that, so amused that she's almost ready to call him on suggesting that she's a "fucking thing" even though she knows exactly what he thinks is going on here. Its kind of the whole point.
Before she does that, she decides to get one last good one in, and holds the duck next to his pillow, right about where his head looks to be. He's 'spared' by a single squeak that she manages to stretch out for seconds, turning it into a wail more than anything else, but its enough.
"Will you just stop--" he starts, pushing himself up and letting his pillow fly beside her on the bed. When he sees who's behind it all he frowns, then glares, takes his pillow back, and hides his head under it all over again. "You suck," he mumbles, and she throws the toy towards the foot of the bed.
"You like it," Sasha insists, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. "I'm a pretty fucking thing."
"I didn't mean you," Peter grumbles, lifting his head out from under the pillow and resting it on top of it now. He looks kinda cute, which is really too bad for him. How's she ever going to learn to behave herself when he looks all sexy when he's exasperated?
She's beginning to think that he doesn't want her to.
"Alright then, no sex for you," she shrugs, running her fingertips over his back, right along his spine. "I'll give you a massage instead. Or maybe you'd rather have a relaxing bath with your favorite person."
He smiles at that, and looks up at her. "You."
"No Peter," Sasha says seriously, shaking her head. "The duck!"
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
640 words
She's good at gauging just how much she can get away with. Never torture too much or take the joke too far unless you're completely positive you can get away with it; that's the rule she uses as her guide. Sometimes, however, when she's in an exceptionally silly mood, the rules have a way of going out the window.
The first thing she touches--no, lands on--when she forces herself awake and rolls over onto her supposed side of the bed, is a rubber duck. Its only one of several toys they got Tex for Christmas, but its clearly his favorite.
Its also the loudest.
Sasha is aware of this even as she's getting herself together for the morning. When she's finally through with her morning routine and wearing what'll pass for clothing in Malibu, she stops in the doorway and stares into their bedroom. Tex has moved to his bed in the corner, Peter is still sleeping peacefully, and the duck is still on the bed beside him begging her to start something.
After a minute or so of trying to convince herself to be a good girl, Sasha gives in and pounces back down on the bed, picking up the duck. She knows she shouldn't be mean. Peter's trying to recover from the alcohol and ice cream dinner/dessert she 'made' for them last night. Its not fair to attack him while he's so vulnerable.
Yet that somehow makes it better for her, and she can't resist giving the duck a loud sqeak. And another. And another.
And when Peter groans and pulls the pillow over his head without so much as lifting it to see what's going on, she has to bite her lip to keep from giggling out loud.
Instead of revealing herself, she squeezes the toy again. And again. And again.
"God damnit, Tex!" Peter growls, tightening his hold around the pillow. The response only encourages Sasha, who proceeds to squeak the toy four more times in rapid succession.
"Get that fucking thing out of our bed!" He orders this time, his tone one of complete exasperation. She raises an eyebrow at that, so amused that she's almost ready to call him on suggesting that she's a "fucking thing" even though she knows exactly what he thinks is going on here. Its kind of the whole point.
Before she does that, she decides to get one last good one in, and holds the duck next to his pillow, right about where his head looks to be. He's 'spared' by a single squeak that she manages to stretch out for seconds, turning it into a wail more than anything else, but its enough.
"Will you just stop--" he starts, pushing himself up and letting his pillow fly beside her on the bed. When he sees who's behind it all he frowns, then glares, takes his pillow back, and hides his head under it all over again. "You suck," he mumbles, and she throws the toy towards the foot of the bed.
"You like it," Sasha insists, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. "I'm a pretty fucking thing."
"I didn't mean you," Peter grumbles, lifting his head out from under the pillow and resting it on top of it now. He looks kinda cute, which is really too bad for him. How's she ever going to learn to behave herself when he looks all sexy when he's exasperated?
She's beginning to think that he doesn't want her to.
"Alright then, no sex for you," she shrugs, running her fingertips over his back, right along his spine. "I'll give you a massage instead. Or maybe you'd rather have a relaxing bath with your favorite person."
He smiles at that, and looks up at her. "You."
"No Peter," Sasha says seriously, shaking her head. "The duck!"
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
640 words