[Emily had woke up before Santana, and slipped out of the bed so she could make them breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, she's returning with a tray of pancakes and coffee.] Time to wake up, darlin'.
[Santana's not really one to stay this long unless she really likes the person, so I guess that's good news for Emily. Hopefully. She usually slips out of bed early while the other woman is still asleep. This morning she stirs at the smell of food and the sound of Emily's voice.]
....Hmmm? [That's all you'll get out of her until she wakes up a bit more.]
[And Emily's pretty sure she's gotten Santana on a good day she she can't ever remember her staying overnight. To her, that's reason enough to make her a good breakfast.
When she makes her noise, she laughs and sets the tray down before sitting down on the bed.]
10: So going for a 3 and 9 combo ;) One brought him home, now for the escape..bluefairyflossApril 24 2012, 23:33:39 UTC
[Oh God Oh God, Oh God... This was a very bad idea. Still, he had a chance to get up and go before Kurt and Blaine woke up. Least he had woken up on the couch instead of-
He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. Balancing easily as he pulled on one of his shoes. He was glad for the ballet training. It really made for silent get aways]
[Blaine rolled over, his head was pounding. Despite wanting nothing more than about 20 years more sleep, he had to get some aspirin and water before he died. He got up, naked as the day he was born, and padded out towards the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge and heading towards the counter where they had aspirin and vitamins, swallowing three without even opening his eyes and chugging down the water. As he started back to bed he paused. Then looked over. He blinked. Was he dreaming? No, he was standing up and his feet felt cold on the floor.] Hey, Beau, um, morning?
[Things really hadn't been... easy, since Dean was turned, but Sam had to admit he wasn't feeling the strain right now. He was curled in tight to his brother, sleeping soundly against him, fingers clutching at his shirt like he thought maybe he'd sneak away.
Which was really always a possibility, with Dean's insistence that he needed to.]
[it wasn't likely Dean would leave now, but the threat was always there... like an ace up his sleeve he could deal or show whenever he wanted. He knew it, and Sam knew it.
Slowly, painfully, Dean was embracing the nature. He found denying it was worse, like a mental betrayal. He resisted feeding - but he knew it was a matter of time until he gave in. And, then, Sam would be there like he always was...
Sex was a blur - rapid, almost violent. When he had woken, risen over his brother's bruises, mottled blood over his shoulders where he had fed greedily - Dean recoiled inside each time. And once again - he would avoid Sam. Try not to give in to both urges
( ... )
[Sam hated that... hated how Dean could hold leaving over his head, could leave him, could even want to leave him. Everything was so fucked up right now, messed up. He didn't even know what he was doing, what he wanted besides being with Dean. He hated that feeling too... he always had goals, always had dreams and now those had taken a backseat.
But it made it worth it when he could lay tangled up in Dean like this, when Dean gave in and quit avoiding him. He didn't mind when Dean fed on him, didn't even mind the rough sex that always left bruises behind and had him sore for days after. It was Dean still and he'd take what he could get out of his brother because he wanted him, wanted this. He could figure out everything else if he was still with Dean, could keep an eye on him and make sure nothing bad happened to him.
Sam breathed out a soft sigh and nestled in closer to Dean, nuzzled into him with a soft, pleased hum. It had to be late in the day, but Sam wasn't in any hurry to get out of bed yet.]
01. Imagine that. Hope you don't mind. :]saint_lady_diApril 25 2012, 05:06:34 UTC
Diana had slipped out of bed as carefully and as quietly as possible after heavily weighing the pros and cons of leaving the warmth of the bed and the body beside her... but the low rumbling of her stomach protesting any more time spent in said bed decided it all for her. On the way to the door she stopped to pick up what she thought was her shirt but upon putting it on realized it wasn't as it smelled of cologne and that which could only be Dean.
She worked as quietly as she could in the kitchen, minding to close the cabinet door gently as opposed to knocking them shut with her hip or foot, and it wasn't before long that the unmistakable crackle of bacon in the frying pan rung out.
not at all >3given_enoughApril 25 2012, 12:17:28 UTC
[he didn't even stir when she moved, the bed small enough all his brain registered was more room. He made a soft, pleased sound into the warm space she vacated and buried his head into the pillow, rolling over onto his stomach. It's the smell - that delicious, curl-in-your-stomach smell of meat that makes him wake up. Or, more specifically his stomach.]
Whoa - I'm dreaming.
[because this? Her in his shirt, making breakfast... is all weirdly domesticated and foriegn. And doesn't belong in a shady motel room, but in a proper house, relationship and a guy who doesn't just randomly hook up with her and leave.
Yeah, Diana - he got all that from you last night. You're that girl-next-door, homely type. Sweet. Maybe a little too good at times.]
In essence all those things were undeniably true and had he voiced them there was no way she could have looked him in the face and told him otherwise. And although those were things that founded what Diana stood for, they didn't ultimately define her- although many believed otherwise. Perfect example right here. She was just as capable of having a one night stand like anybody else. Well, save for the part about cooking breakfast the morning after
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....Hmmm? [That's all you'll get out of her until she wakes up a bit more.]
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When she makes her noise, she laughs and sets the tray down before sitting down on the bed.]
You hungry?
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He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. Balancing easily as he pulled on one of his shoes. He was glad for the ballet training. It really made for silent get aways]
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Which was really always a possibility, with Dean's insistence that he needed to.]
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Slowly, painfully, Dean was embracing the nature. He found denying it was worse, like a mental betrayal. He resisted feeding - but he knew it was a matter of time until he gave in. And, then, Sam would be there like he always was...
Sex was a blur - rapid, almost violent. When he had woken, risen over his brother's bruises, mottled blood over his shoulders where he had fed greedily - Dean recoiled inside each time. And once again - he would avoid Sam. Try not to give in to both urges ( ... )
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But it made it worth it when he could lay tangled up in Dean like this, when Dean gave in and quit avoiding him. He didn't mind when Dean fed on him, didn't even mind the rough sex that always left bruises behind and had him sore for days after. It was Dean still and he'd take what he could get out of his brother because he wanted him, wanted this. He could figure out everything else if he was still with Dean, could keep an eye on him and make sure nothing bad happened to him.
Sam breathed out a soft sigh and nestled in closer to Dean, nuzzled into him with a soft, pleased hum. It had to be late in the day, but Sam wasn't in any hurry to get out of bed yet.]
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She worked as quietly as she could in the kitchen, minding to close the cabinet door gently as opposed to knocking them shut with her hip or foot, and it wasn't before long that the unmistakable crackle of bacon in the frying pan rung out.
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Whoa - I'm dreaming.
[because this? Her in his shirt, making breakfast... is all weirdly domesticated and foriegn. And doesn't belong in a shady motel room, but in a proper house, relationship and a guy who doesn't just randomly hook up with her and leave.
Yeah, Diana - he got all that from you last night. You're that girl-next-door, homely type. Sweet. Maybe a little too good at times.]
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