Post by Victoria Locke on Jun 25, 2012 14:35:53 GMT -5
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[STYLE=width:380px; background-color:white; padding:10px; font-family:tahoma; font-size:9px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; color:#474538; margin-top: -10px;][STYLE= float: left; font-family: chiller; font-size: 70px; color: #8e74a3; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 8px; text-shadow: black 1px 0px 1px;]A[/style]round ten minutes after Zeikfried had woken up, the form in the bed moved for the first time since falling asleep. First it was just a small nudge, but gentle rolls from side to side followed soon enough. The slender woman lifted the covers off and sat up in perfect silence. Her each movement was careful and delicate. She brushed her hair away from her eyes and stopped to stare into emptiness, still lost in dreams if her calm, pondering expression was anything to go by. It was almost like a scene from a fairy tale. "Aah fuck... My goddamn head feels like it’s about to explode..." Or not even close...
Immediately following the groan, Victoria was clutching her head and slowly sinking back into the bed. She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it around her head in a futile attempt to make the pounding stop. It took a good while for her to realize that the bed was actually comfortable, far too comfortable. The soldier sprang up into sitting position as quickly as her sluggish body allowed and looked around with half confusion, half curiosity. "Where am I? ...Where the hell are my guns!?" The two questions were asked almost back to back when she realized that she didn’t have her precious coat and holster belt on. However, the volume of the second one made her wince and grab her head again.
Taking deep breaths and trying to calm down, Victoria opened her eyes and took a better look around the room instead of just frantic glances. The first thing she noticed was that the room was actually clean and fancy-looking, way different from the dump she called home. Her jaw actually dropped for a moment as she mouthed a silent 'wow'. Soon, her eyes found a familiar figure. "Captain Bernard?" She couldn’t even hide her disbelief, but at least she still recognized him. The splitting headache made her vision blur and broke her concentration. Gritting her teeth, she massaged her temples, desperately trying to make sense of the scattered bits and pieces that were from the last night.
All she could manage to gather was that there had been a job offer, she had punched someone, flirted with someone and then complete darkness. Her cheeks flared crimson when her mind leapt into conclusions and she slowly lifted her gaze towards her new superior officer. "Did I...? I mean... Did we...? You know..." Once again, she was having great difficulties putting her thoughts into words. It was such a sore topic that now, when she was sober, she couldn’t even look Zeikfried into the eyes. It was so unbearable that her mouth suddenly twisted into a grin and she tried to escape the awkward situation the only way she knew.
"So... Feelin’ sore from the last night, big guy?"
Tagged: Zeikfried Words: 468 Notes: And her hangover is just getting started...
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[STYLE=width:380px; background-color:white; padding:10px; font-family:tahoma; font-size:9px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; color:#474538; margin-top: -10px;][STYLE= float: left; font-family: chiller; font-size: 70px; color: #8e74a3; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 8px; text-shadow: black 1px 0px 1px;]A[/style]round ten minutes after Zeikfried had woken up, the form in the bed moved for the first time since falling asleep. First it was just a small nudge, but gentle rolls from side to side followed soon enough. The slender woman lifted the covers off and sat up in perfect silence. Her each movement was careful and delicate. She brushed her hair away from her eyes and stopped to stare into emptiness, still lost in dreams if her calm, pondering expression was anything to go by. It was almost like a scene from a fairy tale. "Aah fuck... My goddamn head feels like it’s about to explode..." Or not even close...
Immediately following the groan, Victoria was clutching her head and slowly sinking back into the bed. She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it around her head in a futile attempt to make the pounding stop. It took a good while for her to realize that the bed was actually comfortable, far too comfortable. The soldier sprang up into sitting position as quickly as her sluggish body allowed and looked around with half confusion, half curiosity. "Where am I? ...Where the hell are my guns!?" The two questions were asked almost back to back when she realized that she didn’t have her precious coat and holster belt on. However, the volume of the second one made her wince and grab her head again.
Taking deep breaths and trying to calm down, Victoria opened her eyes and took a better look around the room instead of just frantic glances. The first thing she noticed was that the room was actually clean and fancy-looking, way different from the dump she called home. Her jaw actually dropped for a moment as she mouthed a silent 'wow'. Soon, her eyes found a familiar figure. "Captain Bernard?" She couldn’t even hide her disbelief, but at least she still recognized him. The splitting headache made her vision blur and broke her concentration. Gritting her teeth, she massaged her temples, desperately trying to make sense of the scattered bits and pieces that were from the last night.
All she could manage to gather was that there had been a job offer, she had punched someone, flirted with someone and then complete darkness. Her cheeks flared crimson when her mind leapt into conclusions and she slowly lifted her gaze towards her new superior officer. "Did I...? I mean... Did we...? You know..." Once again, she was having great difficulties putting her thoughts into words. It was such a sore topic that now, when she was sober, she couldn’t even look Zeikfried into the eyes. It was so unbearable that her mouth suddenly twisted into a grin and she tried to escape the awkward situation the only way she knew.
"So... Feelin’ sore from the last night, big guy?"
Tagged: Zeikfried Words: 468 Notes: And her hangover is just getting started...
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