Sunday Meme; part ten

[teamxmods]

What Happens in Vegas,
Stays in Vegas

➣ comment with your characters name
➣ someone will tag back with their character
➣ you've woke up in Vegas, married to each other!
➣ omg.wtf.aaaah or omg.wtf.why did we do that? go with it and have fun!
➣ complete the circle of insanity and tag others
❤

DO NOT:
✖ start wank
✖ be a douche
✖ get annoyed at

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Olivia

[psychoempath]

[icecoldwit]

For the most part, Emma slept like the dead. She liked to sleep late when she could, and while on vacation she made a point of it. And when she took a partner, well, Emma slept even later.

With an arm around her partners waist, and her nose pressed to the base of the neck, nuzzled slightly in soft hair. Sliding that little bit closer, enjoying the warmth, Emma is momentarily aware that she's in bed with a female. Okay, not the first time, but then again.

A soft nudge with her powers tells her it's Olivia she's in bed with, and that probably makes sense considering the number of shot they'd done at the bar. "Morning, duck."

[psychoempath]

Liv enjoyed sleeping in, she hadn't done that in a long time. Vague memories of many, many shots resurfaced and she might have danced on a table at some point. It wouldn't have been the first time.

What was unusual, however, was the person in bed behind her. She never, ever, ever stayed after sex. Except that one time when the guy was so incredibly good... with a grin she stretched, ignoring the headache and the fact that the voice was female and sounded like Emma. She had slept with women before-when she found someone attractive and got the opportunity to sleep with them, she usually did.

"Mornin'". she grumbled and rubbed her face-something was very wrong. Something hard was wrapped around her finger and she opened one eye to glare at it.

"Hell no!"

[icecoldwit]

The noise was irritating. That was one downside to- well, apparently, to her new wife. "My lawyer is not going to be pleased." Emma wasn't pleased about how tasteless the bands were.

"God, you'd think I'd spring for something a little more elegant." Holding her hand up to inspect it, Emma almost thought it made her manicure look shoddy. "I'll blame you for picking them, shall I."

And she'd blame the bartender for getting them drunk, and the chapel workers for allowed two females to get hitched and- "Have we consummated things?"

[psychoempath]

She shouldn't be so indifferent, but this was the only scenario she could have ever pictured herself in that involved marriage-just that her spouse usually wasn't a bitchy blonde. Emma's words interrupted her picturing how her parents would react to this and she abandoned her father having a heart attack to return to the present.

"You were drunk and got hitched in Vegas and all you bitch about is the ugly bands? Your priorities, and I can't believe that I am actually saying this, are fucked up."

Fighting down her hangover to improve her mood at least a smidgen she checked her vitals. "Don't think so. Unless you are a very lousy lover and I had to fake it."

[icecoldwit]

"This isn't my first spur of the moment wedding, dear. And I have a marvellous lawyer on retainer." Slipping from the bed, completely shameless about her nudity, Emma wandered towards the bathroom.

"Wedding bands, however, are supposed to be forever, and even I should have pressed for something more tasteful and elegant. Something from the platinum collection perhaps." She didn't feel the need to close the bathroom door as she started up the shower, standing in the doorway to address Olivia.

"And believe me, you wouldn't have to fake anything." Being able to telepathically know just what a lover needed was a very handy little tool.