It was pretty late in the morning when Belle woke up. She had been up pretty late last night at work, and her body felt achy and annoyed at her for the effort. She graoned as she slid out of bed, staggering toward the bathroom.

Stupid morning sickness. Stupid balance. Stupid world.

Blearily, she padded to the kitchen, to make herself some tea

Belle had taken the day off, form both her training and the club. She had spent the entire day (or the parts of it when Alex was doing other things, at least), pampering herself. It was nice. A long hot bath, newly painted nails (on both her fingers and toes), and some much needed closet diving for fun things to wear ( Read more... )

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( This thread involves the reswitching of genders, and probably some adult situations, including, but not limited to: blasphemy, cursing, and the mattress fandango. Proceed with caution )

Belle sighed and walked into her office. The workers had all gone off to bed. Her Christmas present had been a week of half shifts, since business would be so slow anyway ( Read more... )

Belle normally got up very early in the afternoon. It was a habit she'd cultivated over years, one that she was loathe to give up for any reason, save one.

Parties were her favorite things ever, and Christmas parties doubly so. So it was around eight when she bolted out of bed, bouncing with glee.

The blanket fort was back again. This time, Belle sat in it alone, drinking whiskey and reading a romance novel. Or at the very least, staring blankly at the pages and turning them every now and then ( Read more... )

Belle wandered back into their apartment that night, tired but happy. She knew that she'd have to talk with Alex about the whole thing, but it shouldn't be that bad.

I'm home!

Belle woke earlier than usual. Which was odd, really, since she woke up pretty early most days, anyway. But she'd heard something. . .

Shaking her head, Belle slid out of bed and went to get a drink of water. As she passed the chair where she usually put her clothing for the next day her hand passed over it totally not to grab a knife at all. ( Read more... )

Belle giggled as she watched Ray walk, and stretched her telepathy, opening the link between her and Alex wider so he would know what was going on.