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A Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning
Apr. 2nd, 2011 08:33 amLast night, after the dance, Jono and Raven had decided that it was probably best to get themselves a hotel room. After all, it was already late, and given how they'd managed to work themselves up to their particular state of amorousness simply by being near one another (the joys of being a telepath and an empath), sexiling either of their roommates would have just been bad form.
Jonothon had been the first to wake up. And it hadn't been the sunshine and the birds outside the window to do that, either. It had been... a while, to say the least, since he'd shared a bed with somebody. Longer still since the somebody that he'd shared his bed with was this particular somebody. And, even though he'd lost his psionic abilities decades ago, without even looking he still knew the smell of her, and the feel of her skin, as if it had been only yesterday.
Fandom Island always was one for cruel jokes.
His first thought was to slide out of bed, try to get himself ready without waking her up, and just make his way out to some quiet part of the island. He still wasn't so certain about being here for this reunion at all, and had been intending to spend as much time as possible just sitting alone somewhere to talk himself out of it.
He went with his second thought. Always did, didn't he? What use was the ability to think better of himself if he didn't make use of it? Or, for that matter, to think worse of himself?
"Good morning, Sunshine."
[For that woman in the room!]
Jonothon had been the first to wake up. And it hadn't been the sunshine and the birds outside the window to do that, either. It had been... a while, to say the least, since he'd shared a bed with somebody. Longer still since the somebody that he'd shared his bed with was this particular somebody. And, even though he'd lost his psionic abilities decades ago, without even looking he still knew the smell of her, and the feel of her skin, as if it had been only yesterday.
Fandom Island always was one for cruel jokes.
His first thought was to slide out of bed, try to get himself ready without waking her up, and just make his way out to some quiet part of the island. He still wasn't so certain about being here for this reunion at all, and had been intending to spend as much time as possible just sitting alone somewhere to talk himself out of it.
He went with his second thought. Always did, didn't he? What use was the ability to think better of himself if he didn't make use of it? Or, for that matter, to think worse of himself?
"Good morning, Sunshine."
[For that woman in the room!]