Jersey Homeplot [Waking up post]

[segaboybrodie]

One of the good things about Deadpool disappearing was that Brodie had a whole fucking room to himself. Well, the other half of the room was mostly full of comics he'd pilfered from the bookshelf, but it was the thought that counted. No more of him randomly popping up just when Brodie was thinking rubbing one out, or when he was finally getting

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[un_gloved]

Rogue recognized, if only vaguely, the smell of basement. She burrowed a little deeper into the half-flat pillow and the squishy but not particularly well cushioned comforter. It was possible she felt a zipper with her toes.

"Nnmh," she breathed, through her nose, using her toes to tug the legs of her pajama pants down over the tops of her feet. The over-sized t-shirt paired with soccer pants had seemed like a great idea in last night's air conditioning, and she usually ended up with the sheets flung off anyway, but not she felt over-warm. She didn't want to move, though, so it was a tough call whether to remove the articles of clothing or not.

Then again, the presence of a war body beside her probably meant someone else would be happy to remove them for her.

Wait. Did Spike spend th'night?

She frowned a little, waking up more, albeit against her will. Something in the situation was fundamentally wrong.

[segaboybrodie]

"ROGUE. WAKE THE FUCK UP." Brodie called from his spot on the bed, once he'd finally gotten his shit together and realized just what had gone down, "You're not going to BELIEVE this shit."

It HAD to be like when he'd gone back with Rogue and The Other Jamie that one time. Except now he didn't have to worry about fucking monk dupes.

If Brodie ever saw that fucker again, it would only be too soon.

[un_gloved]

Her eyes snapped open. She stared at nothing for a minute, before twisting her body down and pushing herself up to sit back on her knees, a few steps past disheveled.

"What?!" She paused, taking in the room, and the company, and her eyes got wider.

"The heck?" she added.

[thedevilhisdue]

Something's wrong here. Now I'm not exactly a stranger to waking up in weird places, but usually I can remember how I got dere after a few seconds. And not remembering how I got to be in a sleeping bag on someone's floor wit' Rogue of all people... dat just strikes me as a damn tragedy. Even if we ain't quite alone.

Something's still very wrong here. But dere's no sense in getting all worked up about it until I know just what dat something is, non? Best to just take stock o' t'ings for now.

"Mornin', chère," I say, rolling over to get in close. Maybe she'll know more den me, maybe she won't. Either way, might as well enjoy de moment.

[un_gloved]

"Mmn," she replied, the mark between her eyebrows smoothing out, scooting back a little into the solid warmth behind her. That was better, the familiar voice and smell overriding the less tangible idea of the unfamiliar place she was in. Settling, she sighed, quietly, until most of her breath was gone and ready to fall back into the slow rhythm of sleeping.

"Mornin', sugar," she mumbled, voice rough enough from sleep that the syllables barely made it out. It wasn't that pressing an issue.

Until something about the sound of her own voice made her reconsider the sound of his and then she frowned, blinking, and turned her head to see who it was she was canoodling with, precisely, and then she was extremely awake.

"...What are you doin'?"

[thedevilhisdue]

Dat first part is something an homme could get used to, given de right circumstances. Unfortunately, dese ain't de right circumstances by a long shot.

"Same as you, I'd wager," I say, propping my head up on my arm. "Wakin' up to a very welcome sight."

So dat'd be a big fat non on her knowing more den me on what's going down just yet. Time to start exploring other options.

[un_gloved]

She swallowed, hard, flushing and not pulling away much but sure as heck not getting any closer.

"Says you," she said, voice wavering.

"Where are awe?"

[thedevilhisdue]

Now, I really don't want to wreck de moment here, but... well, it's a question dat really needs an answer. One I don't exactly got.

Casually, I reach over to brush a bit of hair out of her face, nothing untoward 'bout it or anything. "Dat," I say pointedly, making a bit of a face, "is a very good question, one dat I was hoping you might be able to help me out wit', chère."

[un_gloved]

Her lashes fluttered. She didn't mean for them to, they just did, all on their ownsome.

"Ain't got a clue."

[thedevilhisdue]

"I was afraid of dat," I say with a sigh which borders on the dramatic side of things. Hell, it's all I can really do to keep my cool with her batting her eyes like dat.

"Not dat I particularly want to ruin de moment, Rogue, but we should probably do something about dat, non?"

[un_gloved]

"Reckon you might have a point," she said, taking a deep breath and starting to sit up a little, though she hesitated and leaned away from him first. Just seemed the smarter way to go about it.