Monday, June 21, 2010

[RP] Bedtime Pt. 2 [PG-13]

I usually divide longer posts up into pieces to make them more palatable, but there didn't seem like any appropriate place to break up this story. At least it's funny, right?

Authors: Dir & Ysani

Uuuuugh. A swath of late-morning sunshine cut across her arm. Light, what a hangover. Her temples throbbed and her stomach felt sloshy and bruised. Her mouth was full of cotton.

Just don't move. Lie still as long as you can, and get the biggest glass of water you can find as soon as you have to get up to potty. Ysani scrunched her eyes shut. At least Keilos had been around to make sure she got into bed. His arm was curled over her waist in the warm, quiet room.

She lay there for several minutes, utterly still and focused on keeping her stomach intact. It didn't help that the room smelled odd. When did Keilos start wearing cologne? Maybe it's an air freshener. Or maybe, she thought, she was imagining it.
Great, I must be coming down with something. Just what I need, a headcold on top of a hangover. Crap!

It wouldn't be long before she had to get up, though, and she sighed.
Screw you, call of nature. Five more minutes. She cracked her good eye open, and froze.

Instead of the soft blue coverlet she expected, an expanse of warm gold-colored silk greeted her eyes. She immediately closed them again and began a largely involuntary mental inventory of the events of last night. Drinking, she could definitely remember drinking. She changed her clothes and went down to the bar to have a drink with --

Oh, CRAP.Her fist tightened and the edges of something dug into her palm. "Ow!"

Dir stirred at her yelp, pulling Ysani tighter to him with a muffled "Mmmm." Her body lay warm against his and he was loathe to so much as stir and risk waking up.

Ysani let out a whimper and tried not to move. At all.
Craaaaap, what do I do? Crapcrapcrap. She opened her hand, carefully. A pretty rock lay on her palm.What the-- She closed her hand again and tried to think, but her need to find the restroom was very quickly outpacing both her ability to reason and her desire not to find out the extent of last night's shenanigans, ever. She whimpered again. It sounded rusty coming out of her dry throat.

Disturbed by her whimpers, Dir rolled over, pinning her stomach-down to the bed. His sleep-slurred voice was gravelly as he asked "Whassa matter, 'sani?" Still not quite awake, he nipped at her earlobe with his even, white teeth.

Oh, Light... no no no "Get off, I gotta pee--!" Ysani frantically wriggled out from under Dir's body, her face a brilliant scarlet, and made for the edge of the bed. It was no small feat, she thought; Dir's bed was positively enormous. His arms were around her and pulling her back to his warm (naked???) body before she got more than a few inches away, and she wailed. "Nooo, I mean it, I have to go now."

With a reluctant groan, he let her go. As she scrambled away, he snuggled deeper into the pillows. "Hurry up. I have some pressing issues of my own to address." The smile Dir shot her was positively dirty.

Ysani shut the door behind her and turned the lock, using her private time to decide what to do. The bathroom appeared to be free of windows large enough for her to escape; not only that, she had no clothes handy but the fruit-covered underwear she liked so much and would be so embarrassed to be seen wearing in public. Not that it mattered whether they had cherries, or monkeys, or the day of the week printed across the ass... there was no way that plan would work. She scrapped it. Rubbing her forehead, she leaned against the sink, then ran some water and washed her face and rinsed her mouth.
I wonder how long I can stall in here. Maybe he'll leave.

A sharp knock at the door made her jump, and she muffled a shriek behind her hand, scrambling to find a towel to cover herself.

"Hurry up. You aren't the only one who needs to go. Besides..." Dir's voice dropped even lower. "I have plans."

Ysani squeaked and unlocked the door, pressing her back to the wall to let him in, waiting to make a break for it. At least his towels were fairly large. Soft, too.
I need some towels like this for my bathroom. The sound of the heavy lock clicking back into place jolted her out of her towel-inspired reverie. She meeped and pulled the towel more tightly around herself.

Dir casually leaned back against the now-locked door, his smile friendly and at ease but his eyes full of pure devilment. He was naked as the day he was born. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

"H-hi," she said, a little too loudly. "I'm fine, it's fine. I slept fine." She kept her eyes bolted to his face and shifted one small step toward the door before realizing that he was blocking her exit.

"Mmmm, have fun last night?" His eyes lit up with even more mischief, if that was possible.

"I DON'T KNOW." Ysani attempted to calm herself down with a deep breath. "I don't know, do you?"

"That is an excellent question." Dir pushed off from the door, one muscled arm snaking around Ysani's towel-covered waist as he herded her towards the huge marble tub on the other end of the bathroom. "Light, you smell like week-old booze."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Ysani's headache was not getting any better, and every time she raised her voice it rattled inside her skull like a handful of jagged glass. "I don't think this is a good idea."

Putting on his most soothing smile, Dir reached out to activate the rune-inscribed tap and started steaming water flowing. "It's just a bath. Believe me, you need it."

"You didn't answer me." Ysani frowned and clutched the towel around herself. "What happened? I mean, did we--" She went an alarming shade of crimson that almost matched her hair.

"You are incredibly intelligent. Nothing gets by you." Dir inspected her grip on the towel, as if plotting how to get it off her. "You drooled in your hair, you know. Let's wash it and get it out."

Ysani reached up and pulled a hank of long, sleep-tousled hair in front of her face, inspecting it. There was, indeed, a clump of dried saliva in it. "Ugh..."

With lightening speed, Dir gave her towel a hard pull. Before Ysani could react, she was left only in her cute printed underwear. She crossed her arms over her chest with a gasp. "Now, about that bath... it looks very warm and inviting." Grabbing a bottle off the edge, Dir upended a good portion of it into the water. "Look, bubbles." Mounds of snowy bubbles begin to form and fill the surface of the tub.

Her eyes were enormous as she stared at the steamy water and suds with her forearms tightly crossed over her bra. Ah, a hot bath. Her one weakness. The appeal of the bath, and especially the cover of a thick layer of suds, was undeniable. Making a flash decision (and probably a poor one, she reflected later), she stepped in and sat down in one quick motion, stomach flopping at the speed of her movements, and sank up to her neck in bubbles. Her head felt light, almost like her poor booze-addled brain was trying to swim.
Light, I think I'm still drunk.

Dir's laughter echoed in the tiled room as Ysani dived into the bath, underwear and all. Amused, he stepped into the bath, lowering himself in the water at a more leisurely pace. Ysani pulled her knees up to her chest and stared. As he sank into the hot water chest-deep, a happy sigh escaped him. Lounging against the marble wall of the huge tub, Dir stretched out his legs and motioned Ysani closer with a wink.

"Y-you didn't say you'd be getting in too," Ysani mumbled, horrified. "I should go home, Kei is probably worried sick." Just the thought of what Keilos would think of this situation made her feel green about the gills.

"Why else would I have a tub this big?" Dir stretched. "And I'm sure Mr. Control Freak is fine. Turn around so I can wash your hair."

Ysani whimpered. The deep red ends of her hair floated on the surface of the water, and she watched them, glad for a distraction.
Light, I hope Keilos thinks I just stayed at the chapter house or something. I don't know how I'll talk my way out of this.

His most charming smile plastered across his face, Dir had to hold back the urge to laugh. This exercise in seeing how far she would let him go before saying no was turning out to be quite the adventure. One word would end it all but she just seemed completely incapable of letting it slip past her lips. Maybe, Dir reflected, a part of her didn't want to say no. Dir grabbed Ysani's shoulders and whirled her around to wash her hair before she saw exactly how lascivious his grin had become. At this rate, she'd be a grandmother to their grandchildren before she'd even so much as stammered out an "Excuse me but I've been thinking..." To keep her distracted he dumped a couple handfuls of water over her head, wetting her matted hair thoroughly.

Hey!" Ysani, startled by Dir's manhandling and sudden dunking, immediately shot to her feet. Water poured off of her in sheets and her hair was plastered in unflattering hunks to her cheeks and neck. It didn't occur to her that her silk underthings would be sheer when wet, nor did she care, and it only took a moment to step out of the tub, grab a towel and make a break for the bathroom door. "I'msorrybutIhavetogohome! Kei is probably waiting for me!"

The echo of Dir's laugh followed her. He shrugged and leaned back in the bath, grinning from ear to ear as Ysani finally made a break for it. She scurried nicely, wet underwear sticking enticingly to her shapely ass. He'd be daydreaming about that for a while.

Her clothes were still heaped next to the bed. She could only groan as she tried not to think about how they got there, swiping her dripping hair with the positively luxurious towel (
Light, these are so nice, I need to ask where he got these) and giving herself the most cursory patting-down to dry off before stepping back into her clothes. Wet skin and leather didn't appear to mix very well. Her skirt got stuck halfway up and she hopped around, trying to force them up over her thighs. They wouldn't budge, and she yanked harder. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," she muttered to herself, then tripped over the shirt that was still puddled on the floor. WHUMP.

Dir winced at the loud crash that echoed through his apartment. "Are you okay?" Concern laced his voice as he climbed out of the bath. He grabbed one of of his huge, fluffy towels and wrapped it around his waist as he headed into his bedroom.

Ysani lay stunned on the floor, several yards of fine purple leather bunched and twisted around her legs. Her butt pointed straight up to the ceiling and she groaned face-first into the carpet. "I don't f-feel so good."

"Hey, c'mere." Dir grabbed her discarded towel before turning her over and helping her sit up, her legs still tangled in the kilt. "I promise no funny stuff." His smile was amused but gentle as he started towel drying Ysani's soaked hair.

She sat on the carpet, docile as she held her stomach. It was not happy with her, and now her shoulder hurt, too. She sniffed. "Dir?"

"Hmmm?" He continued to run the towel through Ysani's blood-red locks, taking extra care to scratch her scalp with his fingertips.

"This is really weird." She waited for her stomach to settle a bit, then lifted her arm to examine her elbow. There was a tiny patch of rugburn on it, but it didn't look as bad as it felt.

Ignoring that he was dripping on the carpet as well, Dir rubbed the towel through the ends of Ysani's hair one last time before starting to dry her shoulders and back. "Why is that, my dear?"

"You mean besides the part where you're naked and I'm all wet?" Ysani winced as he rubbed over her shoulder. That, she was pretty sure, would have a fine bruise come tomorrow.

Dir chuckled. "I'll admit I've been having some fun with you, love. I promise, it's not as bad as it seems."

"Isn't that like saying Dorri's not as angry as she seems?"

"Well... that's Dorri for you." He started drying along her arms. "See what happened here? You fell over and I picked you up and took care of you? It's a running theme from last night." Dir dropped a small kiss on the top of Ysani's head. "I swear nothing happened."

Ysani sniffed and appeared to be mulling over this new piece of information. Really, though, she was mostly trying to control her belly, which was threatening to revolt on her. The feeling passed, and she decided it was a good idea not to make any more sudden movements for a while. "Okay." She paused. "I think I might be in trouble."

With a wince, Dir drawled "Oooooh. Keilos. Hmmm." He dropped the towel over her shoulders and leaned back on his hands. "You know, you didn't seem too happy with him last night."

Ysani's long face got longer, her small chin drooping to her chest. "I dunno. When it's good it's really good, I just don't feel like I can be myself unless it's just the two of us together, and nobody else. It's different when there are other people around. Maybe I should just talk to him about it instead of trying to change the way I am."

"There is nothing wrong with the way you are." Dir gave Ysani a friendly nudge with his arm. "So, yes. Talk to him about it. If he can't accept you as you come... well, I know at least one guy who does." He gave the redhead an exaggerated wink and leer.

Ysani winced. "Um... that's very kind of you to say? You know what, this is still really weird. Can you hand me my shirt?"

Smirking at her discomfort, Dir leaned over to snag the discarded leather top. "Want some help lacing it?"

"... Yeah, sure. My arm kinda hurts anyway." She pulled it over her head. As it turned out, it was a lot easier when one was mostly dry and not yanking on it.

Surprisingly deft, Dir relaced the hand-crafted leather top and pulled on the laces. Tightened just right, it pushed her breasts up until they nearly spilled from the neckline. He tied it off with a flourish, admiring his handiwork. Ysani groaned. "I think I'm gonna--" She clapped her hands over her mouth mid-sentence and made an awkward attempt to get up and lurch to the bathroom. Her skirt didn't follow.

"Oops." Dir winced as he watched her silk-clad bottom bob in the air in her mad scramble for the bathroom. The noises that came out of there were far from attractive. He raised his voice to be heard over the sounds of gagging floating from the bathroom. "I guess this means you don't want breakfast?"

Ysani's voice echoed from the other room. "Uuuugh."
I never want to eat again. Or drink, for that matter. After a few moments she emerged from the bathroom, mouth rinsed and teeth vigorously finger-scrubbed, wobbling slightly on her feet.

Still wrapped only in a towel, Dir greeted her with her skirt flung over one arm. "Here, put this on." Handing it off to her, he grabbed the gold robe he'd worn the night before from it's puddle on the floor and pulled it over his head. "Let me walk you home." The towel dropped to his feet and he kicked it free. He didn't seem to care that his long, unbound hair was soaking the fine silk.

Skirt tied, Ysani took a deep breath and scanned the room for anything she might've left behind.
It'll be really awkward if I have to come back here asking for my stuff. "So... what do you think I should tell Keilos?"

"How about the truth? You drank too much and crashed with a friend." Dir paused a second. "If he doesn't believe you or kicks up a fuss, that will tell you all you need to know." His grin turned playful. "Of course, I'm looking forward to comforting you should he do such a fool thing."

Ysani looked up at Dir. "You know, every time I start to open my mouth to say thank you for the good advice, you hit on me. I'll never get to say it at this rate."

"I didn't get this reputation by being lazy! I have to keep up appearances. Let's go." He swung a heavy arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest in a friendly semi-hug and half-guided, half-pulled the much smaller woman to the door.

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