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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Spc. Jesse Dylan

[obx_spc_dylan]

Re: Spc. Jesse Dylan

[movetheearth]

Snuggling back into the warm arms wrapped around him Ric doesn't bother to immediately open his eyes as he stretches out languidly beneath the covers and yawns loudly. Blinking at the brightness of the room he slowly wakes up, the blinds are up letting in the afternoon sunlight and bathing the room in a warm yellow glow.

Rubbing at his eyes Ric remains where he is, without even needing to sit up he knows that his stomach will be churning from the sheer quantity of alcohol consumed. He doesn't even remember coming back to the hotel let alone what happened after he left the casino.

Ric wonders if Jesse made it back to his own room alright, blinking at the glint of sunlight that watches on his wedding ring before he lowers his hand.

Wedding ring.

Wedding ring.

Wedding ring.

Plucking at the arm wrapped around his waist Ric inspects the hand to discover that it too has a wedding ring.

[obx_spc_dylan]

"Damn baby, again? You tryin' to kill me?" Jesse murmured as he moved closer, rubbing himself on bubble butt nestled against his body. Half asleep it didn't occur to him that the body was a little gestalt for a woman or that the hands were too big and too rough holding his. All he was aware of was the warmth.

As he slowly came awake, so did other regions of his body. Despite his previous protest, he appeared to be more than capable of a repeat performance. Sleepily he kissed a shoulder and the top of his back. His legs rubbed against his lovers.

That's when he stopped.

The legs were hairy. Not to mention muscular. Possibly more muscular than Jesse's. Slowly, his eyes came open. At first he was laying too close to see more than the back of a neck and dark brown hair. Then the side of a very masculine chin. "Oh no no no no no." He groaned squeezing his eyes closed again. Please God, tell him he wasn't spooning with a dude.

[movetheearth]

Focus drawn away from the wedding rings Ric tenses as he feels the co-occupant of the bed wriggle and writhe up against him. Not that he's complaining because that body feels incredibly nice pressed up against his but still... yup... they were both most definitely naked. And actually Ric is fairly sure that he recognises that voice but he's not one hundred percent seeing as it's a little croaky and hoarse from too much drinking.

Pulling away from being spooned he turns to lay on his back, blinking at the sunlight and wondering if he should get up and shut the blinds. Remembering how much his stomach was churning and the fact he and his bed-fellow are both very naked Ric finally turns to stare at... Jesse. "Ah. Eh. Err? Umm. Morning?"

Haylie

[notouchpolicy]

Re: Haylie

[movetheearth]

Of all the people to wake up next to in Vegas Haylie is not one all that high up on Ric's list. Not that he's about to grumble and complain (yes he has checked that he's still wearing his boxers) because who wouldn't want to wake up next to a pretty lady.

That's not the issue at hand.

It's the wedding ring around his finger that Ric is currently mesmerised by, as he lays on his side facing Haylie and twisting the ring around his finger.

ACK! So sorry I missed this! ;o;

[notouchpolicy]

Haylie didn't drink for a reason. Mainly because it took at least four times the normal amount of alcohol for a woman her size to get her drunk. And it wasn't cheap. But the previous night was a blur. She remembered talking about the Captain over a beer, and vaguely remembered mentioning that she didn't get picked. She was pretty sure she blurted out to Ric that she had a thing for their dear commanding officer, and that she was afraid of Spencer getting hurt by Daken, and how she's only been in love once in her life and she wasn't keen on repeating the experience.

...Basically everything she normally keeps under lock and key.

And when she rolled over, she woke up and nearly blew up her pillow when she saw who was in bed with her.

"FUCKING HELL!"

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?"

Vanessa

[carlyslecopycat]