Handwavey-Numbered Hotel Room, The Arms, Monday Morning

[the_merriest]

After a long hard day of attempted zombie-slaying, and some handwavey training with that friend of Morikawa-Sensei's, Juliet and Nick had decided to call it a night. She had insisted on a hotel room, and he had complained (again) about being a disembodied head, and she had reassured him that she still loved him just as much as ever!!!! And the rest

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[gunslingerpose]

Yeah, Nikolai was most certainly not Reno. He was built a little more solidly, for one. He had much shorter hair. He didn't know Rikku from Adam... And he generally didn't actually wake up with the people he fell asleep with. He had a hard rule about that one.

And yet, here he was, naked as a jaybird with a hot little blonde number curled up in his arms. And he probably would have been content to stay that way for a bit longer, too, if her pulling him closer hadn't dragged him over the line into consciousness just enough for him to be able to wonder, where the hell were his shades?

Back in his own damn room, of course, next to the bed where he'd left them before turning into a goddamn disembodied head for a weekend.

"Shit."

Right. So. Not opening his eyes, then. Not for love or money.