The newspapers said, say whatcha doin' in bed?
Characters: Marbles (viva_la_materia), Void (ichangedforgood)
Date/Time: February 17th, early morning (yes, it is backdated liek woah)
Location: Void's bedroom, to start with...
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Summary: Sphere apprenticeship is a beautiful thing. Marbles wakes up to her first experience of it. Void is not amused...well, not at first, anyway.
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"Nnn," Marbles sighed, and rolled over, reaching up to drag the pillow down under her stomach and curl into a ball around it. Now this was a peaceful morning. No slamming and thumping and grumbling from the kitchen as Wolf got ready for a big day chopping up delicious dead animals, just her and her warm bed and the blissful silence, and...
As she curled up more tightly, her backside bumped something solid. No...someone. Sleepily, Marbles wondered if her brother had come in to wake her up and fallen asleep on the bed instead. She wouldn't put it past him. He was not a morning person.
"Wolf?" she mumbled, and flung out an arm to fumble behind her. Her questing hand found his shoulder and the side of his face (he'd already shaved? at this hour? dang), and she gave him a more-or-less gentle pat or two. "What're you doing in my--"
Hair. Long hair. Long, silky, very-definitely-not-Wolf's hair. Marbles' hand froze. Oh god stranger in my bed strangerinmybed!
Quickly, she rolled over, and found herself nose to nose with...her! The crazy lady from the Bazaar!
Scrabbling frantically backwards, half-tangled in the covers, Marbles sucked in a shocked breath and opened her mouth to let out a building panicky shriek...
Date/Time: February 17th, early morning (yes, it is backdated liek woah)
Location: Void's bedroom, to start with...
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Summary: Sphere apprenticeship is a beautiful thing. Marbles wakes up to her first experience of it. Void is not amused...well, not at first, anyway.
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"Nnn," Marbles sighed, and rolled over, reaching up to drag the pillow down under her stomach and curl into a ball around it. Now this was a peaceful morning. No slamming and thumping and grumbling from the kitchen as Wolf got ready for a big day chopping up delicious dead animals, just her and her warm bed and the blissful silence, and...
As she curled up more tightly, her backside bumped something solid. No...someone. Sleepily, Marbles wondered if her brother had come in to wake her up and fallen asleep on the bed instead. She wouldn't put it past him. He was not a morning person.
"Wolf?" she mumbled, and flung out an arm to fumble behind her. Her questing hand found his shoulder and the side of his face (he'd already shaved? at this hour? dang), and she gave him a more-or-less gentle pat or two. "What're you doing in my--"
Hair. Long hair. Long, silky, very-definitely-not-Wolf's hair. Marbles' hand froze. Oh god stranger in my bed strangerinmybed!
Quickly, she rolled over, and found herself nose to nose with...her! The crazy lady from the Bazaar!
Scrabbling frantically backwards, half-tangled in the covers, Marbles sucked in a shocked breath and opened her mouth to let out a building panicky shriek...