[Morning after the rave - Harry]

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Her head hurt and her jaw hurt and, generally, Kate felt like shit as she dragged herself out of the IPD office and headed down the hall toward her room. Danny had done the whole lecture thing, making sure she understood that there would be consequences if she tried to burn anything else down again, but luckily Kate was pretty sure she was done

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The thing about drugs, Harry noticed, was that he always slept soundest after taking them. This night - morning now? - wasn't any different than the last rave. He slept soundly, a heavy, dreamless sleep. Or, if he had dreams, they were unremarkable and unmemorable. It took some effort for Kate to get him to move, but he finally did. Rolling onto his side, Harry propped himself up by inches onto his elbow and blinked blearily at his surroundings.

"What happened?" he mumbled, hair madly askew. He could barely see six inches in front of him without his glasses, but he thought that was Kate. He thought they were in her room. But Harry also thought he was naked under the bedsheet and that couldn't be right. Could it?

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As exhausted as Kate was, it was a little strange to be climbing into her bed with her naked boyfriend. For everything she'd done back home -- and here, though that was limited -- she'd never actually stuck around in anyone's bed or had anyone stay in hers for longer than an hour or so. This was all new territory and she'd probably be a little freaked out by it later. But not now. Right now, she couldn't do much more than climb into the bed and pull the sheets up over her shoulders.

"I had to spend the night in the holding cell," she mumbled into her arm. "Apparently I thought, hey, you know what? Sleeping is for pussies, you should get up and try to light something on fire. That'd be awesome." She paused, looking up at Harry. "It wasn't awesome."

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Harry blinked several times again, trying to process all this new information and wondering if it was worth it. He decided it almost was, and let his head crash back down on the pillow as he snaked an arm over Kate's waist. He didn't think about it; it was too early to think. It just felt comfortable.

"What'd you try to light on fire?" he asked, ignoring that, yes, he definitely was naked. But that was second to how warm it was with Kate back under the covers.

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"The bookshelf," Kate admitted and even though she knew she shouldn't be amused, a little smile appeared as she thought about it. The whole thing had been really stupid, but she'd still been stoned and she figured that the drugs were at least partially to blame for it. "I don't even know where I got the matches. I don't even know why I wanted to do it."

That wasn't true at all. She remembered all the books it had been giving her and how much they'd pissed her off, but she didn't want to think about it now. "I must have been really out of it to want to actually get out of bed again." Especially with Harry in it.