f-fffffffff [ open!]
who ; Carter, Kat, ?
what ; l-lol morning after
where ; Spartan base!
when ; Morning after Space Prom
warning(s) ; uh okay maybe a rating of pg-13 coz kat's getting handsy and carter's not exactly telling her no.
[ Carter's aware of things in layers. His right foot is cold, and his left arm is numb, which leaves him even more disorientated as he mumbles under his breath and tries to wake himself up enough to figure out just what is going on.
the clock next to his bed states 5:01AM in cheerful red that makes him grunt in displeasure and bury his face back into the pillows, because ow, even his eyes hurt. It takes a moment of wiggling, shifting, before he realizes that oh. There's....something warm and heavy and not moving, resting on his arm. He dares to open his eyes again, taking in the smooth curve of a shoulder, all the way down to a waist and legs tangled with his.
oh.
He makes another noise, this one kind of frustrated because he doesn't want to wake her up but he really needs to get up and get something for his head. Gently-- as gently as he can, he displaces her, tucks her back in (and makes sure her feet are covered, at least) before shuffling his way out of his room and down the hall, to the kitchen. He's not nearly awake enough for this, head throbbing, eyes burning, but he starts the kettle to make himself a glass of tea, getting a cup and filling it with water, for Kat.
With no one in there, making it so he had to be Commander Carter instead of just Carter, and the idea of walking the whole five feet to one of the chairs, Carter pushes himself up to sit on the counter, ignoring the protesting creak of the surface, and waits for his tea to brew. ]
[ ooc; Doop, okay, so it's openish in that this is just a general thing if anyone wants to harass hungover!Carter with the hickey on his throat from Kat s-sob. Kat and Carter morning-after thread will be down below. ]
what ; l-lol morning after
where ; Spartan base!
when ; Morning after Space Prom
warning(s) ; uh okay maybe a rating of pg-13 coz kat's getting handsy and carter's not exactly telling her no.
[ Carter's aware of things in layers. His right foot is cold, and his left arm is numb, which leaves him even more disorientated as he mumbles under his breath and tries to wake himself up enough to figure out just what is going on.
the clock next to his bed states 5:01AM in cheerful red that makes him grunt in displeasure and bury his face back into the pillows, because ow, even his eyes hurt. It takes a moment of wiggling, shifting, before he realizes that oh. There's....something warm and heavy and not moving, resting on his arm. He dares to open his eyes again, taking in the smooth curve of a shoulder, all the way down to a waist and legs tangled with his.
oh.
He makes another noise, this one kind of frustrated because he doesn't want to wake her up but he really needs to get up and get something for his head. Gently-- as gently as he can, he displaces her, tucks her back in (and makes sure her feet are covered, at least) before shuffling his way out of his room and down the hall, to the kitchen. He's not nearly awake enough for this, head throbbing, eyes burning, but he starts the kettle to make himself a glass of tea, getting a cup and filling it with water, for Kat.
With no one in there, making it so he had to be Commander Carter instead of just Carter, and the idea of walking the whole five feet to one of the chairs, Carter pushes himself up to sit on the counter, ignoring the protesting creak of the surface, and waits for his tea to brew. ]
[ ooc; Doop, okay, so it's openish in that this is just a general thing if anyone wants to harass hungover!Carter with the hickey on his throat from Kat s-sob. Kat and Carter morning-after thread will be down below. ]