Maladicta stirred because William had, only she didn't stir so much as she was abruptly awake, and still, and exceedingly comfortable. She pulled in a deep breath, held it a moment, and then let it out as she curled up to sitting, sheet falling away to her waist. She was wearing the white work shirt she'd gone to bed in which fit much better than it had the previous night and a truly awkward pair of blue underpants.
"Well," she murmured- he murmured, it was fair to say- voice low and husky from sleep, "those aren't going to work." He looked over at William and his eyebrows lifted, minutely. Dishabille didn't even begin to describe.
William reached up, brushed some hair away from his - her, that was going to be rather troublesome, just like it was last time - away from her face and glanced up at Maladicta. Or Maladict, he supposed.
He wondered why he felt mildly disappointed, then decided that was just misinterpretation of awkwardness brought on my acclimatation to new hormones.
It sounded sensible, anyway.
"What aren't going to work?" William said, and then blinked at the slight difference in his voice. Same as last time, of course, but that had been a while ago.
"This is the second repeat so far," William agreed, briefly frowning at her own sheet covered form. "Third, if you count the snow, although it lasted a lot longer the second time around."
Oh dear. But the bodyswitch hadn't. Please, please be more like the bodyswitch.
"Yes, but of the other two, only one was prolonged. Hopefully this will only go a weekend," he said, stretching a little and sliding to the edge of the bed. He grabbed up a pair of his usual jeans and pulled a skeptical look.
"Just about as inconvenient as last time, then. Swap trousers?" he suggested, looking at William over his shoulder with a small smile that somehow came across as faintly salacious, though there was certainly no conscious effort.
There wasn't any conscious effort to stop it from being salacious either, which was really the more influential factor.
"Hopefully," William agreed, not making any particular effort to move. "Er... if you think we'll fit each others trousers." She looked down at herself again, and then said, "Er... speaking of, I don't suppose I'd fit one of your, er..."
"Right, yes," William said. She didn't reach for it because Maladict had that look on his face. A more male version, but William recognized it nonetheless. "Will that, er, fit me, do you think?"
He was going to say something about not being able to say, William just knew it. Something along those lines, anyway.
Infuriatingly enough... he didn't. He just pursed his mouth and raised his eyebrows, and cocked his head to one side which conveyed that precise comment, only silently.
William sighed. The sheet did that thing where it moved as a result of this more than it would have, say, yesterday. She spared it a glare, then glowered impatiently at Maladict and said, "Oh, just hand it over, would you? I suppose I'll find out if it fits soon enough."
William twisted her head slightly, determined that trying to clasp one behind her own back would in fact be rather troublesome, and reluctantly said, "All right."
She sat up, holding the sheet against her chest with one hand1 and scooted over on the bed, holding the other hand out in expectation of being handed the bra.
1As seen in every movie ever. Not featured in this post: the magical L-shaped sheet arrangement.
"I've seen you naked, you know," Maladict pointed out, sitting closer and sliding his arms around William, holding the bra up for her to put her arms through.
William went a little still, because she felt awkward about this whole business even if Maladict didn't, and said, "Er... I do, but this is a little different. My body isn't normally this shape, I'm sure you've noticed," as she slipped her free arm through one of the straps and then the other.
This did require her to drop the sheet so that it pooled in her lap.
Maladicta stirred because William had, only she didn't stir so much as she was abruptly awake, and still, and exceedingly comfortable. She pulled in a deep breath, held it a moment, and then let it out as she curled up to sitting, sheet falling away to her waist. She was wearing the white work shirt she'd gone to bed in which fit much better than it had the previous night and a truly awkward pair of blue underpants.
"Well," she murmured- he murmured, it was fair to say- voice low and husky from sleep, "those aren't going to work." He looked over at William and his eyebrows lifted, minutely. Dishabille didn't even begin to describe.
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William reached up, brushed some hair away from his - her, that was going to be rather troublesome, just like it was last time - away from her face and glanced up at Maladicta. Or Maladict, he supposed.
He wondered why he felt mildly disappointed, then decided that was just misinterpretation of awkwardness brought on my acclimatation to new hormones.
It sounded sensible, anyway.
"What aren't going to work?" William said, and then blinked at the slight difference in his voice. Same as last time, of course, but that had been a while ago.
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"My wardrobe," Maladict drawled, scrubbing a hand back through his hair. He didn't feel particularly disappointed at all, come to mention it.
"Well, that's obnoxious. I guess the island's running out of ideas."
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"This is the second repeat so far," William agreed, briefly frowning at her own sheet covered form. "Third, if you count the snow, although it lasted a lot longer the second time around."
Oh dear. But the bodyswitch hadn't. Please, please be more like the bodyswitch.
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"Yes, but of the other two, only one was prolonged. Hopefully this will only go a weekend," he said, stretching a little and sliding to the edge of the bed. He grabbed up a pair of his usual jeans and pulled a skeptical look.
"Just about as inconvenient as last time, then. Swap trousers?" he suggested, looking at William over his shoulder with a small smile that somehow came across as faintly salacious, though there was certainly no conscious effort.
There wasn't any conscious effort to stop it from being salacious either, which was really the more influential factor.
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"Hopefully," William agreed, not making any particular effort to move. "Er... if you think we'll fit each others trousers." She looked down at herself again, and then said, "Er... speaking of, I don't suppose I'd fit one of your, er..."
He went faintly red.
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"Hmmn? What?" Maladict said, grinning more, leaning over and grabbing up the black bras she- he usually wore. That was odd.
"This?" he asked, dangling it off one finger with absolutely no intention of handing it over.
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"Right, yes," William said. She didn't reach for it because Maladict had that look on his face. A more male version, but William recognized it nonetheless. "Will that, er, fit me, do you think?"
He was going to say something about not being able to say, William just knew it. Something along those lines, anyway.
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Infuriatingly enough... he didn't. He just pursed his mouth and raised his eyebrows, and cocked his head to one side which conveyed that precise comment, only silently.
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William sighed. The sheet did that thing where it moved as a result of this more than it would have, say, yesterday. She spared it a glare, then glowered impatiently at Maladict and said, "Oh, just hand it over, would you? I suppose I'll find out if it fits soon enough."
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"Come here," he said, grinning a little more, twisting to sit more fully on the bed, "I'll clasp the back for you, or you'll be at it for hours."
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William twisted her head slightly, determined that trying to clasp one behind her own back would in fact be rather troublesome, and reluctantly said, "All right."
She sat up, holding the sheet against her chest with one hand1 and scooted over on the bed, holding the other hand out in expectation of being handed the bra.
1As seen in every movie ever. Not featured in this post: the magical L-shaped sheet arrangement.
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Maladict watched her with a cool, nonplussed expression and dropped his hand, still holding the bra. When he spoke, his voice was soft.
"...What are you doing?"
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"...coming closer so you can clasp the back for me," William said, squinting and turning her head to the side in a look of mild befuddlement.
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"I've seen you naked, you know," Maladict pointed out, sitting closer and sliding his arms around William, holding the bra up for her to put her arms through.
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William went a little still, because she felt awkward about this whole business even if Maladict didn't, and said, "Er... I do, but this is a little different. My body isn't normally this shape, I'm sure you've noticed," as she slipped her free arm through one of the straps and then the other.
This did require her to drop the sheet so that it pooled in her lap.
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