Jude collapsed into giggles on the huge hotel bed. His feet were killing him and this bra was really starting to itch, but it was totally worth it.

[[Inching towards NWS, yis.]]

Under a few tangled blankets that may or may not have been part of some kind of anti-storm tent at some point during the previous night, Jude half-woke and stretched before curling closer to the form spooned up with him. The arms and body were still thin and blond hair still tickled Rikku's cheek, but the dude was very much back ( Read more... )

Jude rolled over and out of bed, yawning and automatically patting her bedhead into some semblance of order to make the morning shuffle down to the bathroom. She reached down to adjust her boxers and herself and patted around for a minute.

". . . huh."

Some sleepy patting of the chest.

". . . dude."

[[All blame for the PB goes to notthehulk. She's an ( Read more... )