Drabble #39
Apr. 28th, 2009 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageisukeRenee had a headache. Not just a regular one, but one that made her head pound with sharp pains whenever she even thought about moving. That pain distracted her for a while from another pain in delicate places. Most of last night was a blur... She was rubbing her eyes with a knuckle when her hand stopped in mid-turn. Fortunately, the room was dark, so when she opened her eyes she didn't get the feeling of being stabbed in the face.
She made a small noise that sounded rather pitiful to her own ears and turned her head. God, where was she? It took her at least a minute before her vision started to work anywhere near properly. Everything was familiar, which could either be very good or very bad. Another moment and the mirror on the wall opposite the bed registered as being the one in her office's attached bedroom. Well, lucky for small miracles. Getting so trashed the night before an early morning meeting was not like her, but at least she didn't have to risk driving into the eye searing beams of the rising sun.
Renee rolled slightly and had to pause again. The sheets brushed directly against her skin and her hand moved automatically to feel what she already knew was true. Naked. Well, naked in her own bed wasn't too bad until she felt a shift next to her and the sheets pulled away. Oh, she couldn't have.
She put her face into a hand and gave a long sigh. Even though she was hoping it was Manda or Tracy or hell, even Natalie, she didn't have much hope. Sitting up slowly, she steeled herself before looking. She started at the feet, still hidden under the sheet, and moved up. She stopped at the waist where there was a slight rise. Morning wood... and she reached over to pull the covers down. She wasn't sure what she expected, but the fact her partner's cock was nestle in red hair was both a relief and horrifying. She tossed the sheet back up to cover him.
She wished she could remember what happened last night. This was one of those times people vowed to never drink again, but she couldn't even lie to herself about it. Biting the bullet, she turned enough to see the body's face. She was still stuck between being relieved and ashamed as Traine's profile came into view. His red hair was plastered to his forehead from sweat, both dried and fresh, and his mouth was slightly open as he breathed. She shook her head as if to clear it and decided to climb out of bed.
Her feet hit the ground and she slowly stood. She managed to not groan as she used the nightstand for support. It was only for a few seconds, but it made her frown. Last night had not been gentle. Her hips hurt, her thighs hurt, and one shoulder was stiff. After she straightened, she turned to walk to the bathroom, taking her time. Glaring at him wasn't going to take it back, but she did it anyway. The red scratches she saw decorating his upper body -that she somehow missed earlier in her quest for his identity- attracted her attention. She hoped those burned like hell when he got into the shower.
The clock glowed 7:15am as she walked past it. It amazed her that she was even awake. Of course, she had been reaching her alcohol limit at 9pm last night, which was hardly late. She had been drinking so early so she'd have time to sleep it off, but she probably didn't get much sleep last night. Lowered inhibitions and access to the man she was trying hardest not to fuck was a terrible combination.
She hobbled into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, happy to have the invisible film gone before she popped in twice the recommended dose of pain killers. Then, she took a nice, hot shower. The brunette had a few scratches of her own, but it all would be hidden under her clothes, fortunately. Turning off the water, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair. She reached for the handle to leave the bathroom and had to stop herself. She wasn't at home, and though she may have in her office suite any other time, she didn't know if that door to her office bedroom was locked. Even if it was, Traine was out there. She didn't want to parade around him naked. He was horniest in the morning for one, and secondly she didn't want him to take it as an invitation if he was awake. She grabbed a second towel and wrapped it securely around her chest.
If she had been thinking straight, she would have brought all of her clothes into the bathroom with her. Oh, hindsight. The brunette opened the door and stepped out into the cooler air, suppressing a shiver. Traine had rolled into her spot on the bed, so most likely he was awake. It was confirmed when he took a deep breath and lifted his head from the pillow, rising to one elbow and opening still bleary hazel eyes at her.
Catching his look, she gave him a blink and moved to her dresser. His face had gone from slack to a small grin. Squatting down with a little difficulty, she opened her drawers and pulled out a matching bra and panty set. She heard movement behind her and his leg came into view on one side.
"Morning," he greeted, voice a little cracked from disuse. She knew he had leaned over because his voice was closer than it should have been and she could see his elbow resting on his knee.
She turned her head enough so he could see her mouth moving even as she pulled out a pressed suit folded on the lower shelf. "Good morning," and her voice was soft, but not from sleep. Renee stood and took a step before there was a tug on her towel. She turned to give him a look.
There was still the small smile, but it was out of habit. He always smiled until she said something wrong. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered, and tried to move away, but he hadn't let go yet.
"You're giving me that look," and his smile was gone now, and she hadn't even said something bad yet.
"It's too early for this," she sighed, aggravated, and tugged on the towel, but he still didn't let go.
"Why can't you at least smile at me in the morning?"
"I don't have anything to be happy about," she hissed with another violent yank, finally freeing the towel, but it only succeeded in making him rise to his feet.
"Why the hell not?" Traine's face set into an expression that was prepared to go either of two ways, hurt or angry, and sometimes both. "What they hell does it take for you to wake up beside me and not look like you're going to the damn gallows?"
"There isn't anything that wi-" and she stopped herself, just glaring.
There was a tense silence, and she could see his muscles contracting. He turned away, but his hand came out and slammed against the lamp on her dresser, sending it crashing to the floor. She jumped.
"FUCK!" His voice echoed in the room, and the headache she had almost forgotten about thanks to pills came back with a vengeance. "What the hell is it?! What is WRONG with me?! HUH?!" One step later and he was in front of her, another step and she had to back up, eyes wide.
He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Her hand automatically came up to twist his arm and escape, but he turned, dropping her to the bed with him sitting on top, his left hand pinning her right. "Why the hell can't I at least get a smile?! I don't ask you to do anything! I don't demand anything! I wake up next to you and you treat me like I fucking raped you! As if you never wanted it! What the hell do you want from me, Renee?!"
She didn't know if he expected an answer, but he had her jaw clamped in his hand. It hurt, and her eyes were watering from the pain. Her heart beat in her chest and it took her a second to realize what she was feeling. She was scared. Traine was scaring at her, and he had overpowered her, pinning her and taking away all of her options.
There were a few seconds of heavy silence with him looking down into her widened eyes before he gave a final push against her and stood, giving another curse. "This isn't fucking complicated," he scoffed. Climbing off the bed, still naked, he raked his hand through his hair. "Fuck this. Just fuck it all. It's always been no strings attached, but you," the red-head stalked towards the bathroom. "You just don't know what the fuck you want," he spat, slamming the door closed behind him.
She lay on the bed, still staring at the door he slammed. She blinked rapidly, but the tears still fell. Just a minute or two, then they were gone. When she sat up, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes until her 8 o'clock. The shower was running in the bathroom, so she quickly stole inside for her dryer and everything else she'd need. By the time he was finished, she was dressed, ready, and in her office, having locked the bedroom door behind her.
As her first meeting of the day started, she fought the closing of her throat as she briefly looked at the closed bedroom door. The only thing that could make it worse was if he finished getting dressed and just came out of the room during her meeting as if there was nothing strange about it. She looked down, pretending to read the report that had been put in front of her. How badly had she hurt him and how spiteful was he? She closed her eyes a moment. She didn't want to find out.
She made a small noise that sounded rather pitiful to her own ears and turned her head. God, where was she? It took her at least a minute before her vision started to work anywhere near properly. Everything was familiar, which could either be very good or very bad. Another moment and the mirror on the wall opposite the bed registered as being the one in her office's attached bedroom. Well, lucky for small miracles. Getting so trashed the night before an early morning meeting was not like her, but at least she didn't have to risk driving into the eye searing beams of the rising sun.
Renee rolled slightly and had to pause again. The sheets brushed directly against her skin and her hand moved automatically to feel what she already knew was true. Naked. Well, naked in her own bed wasn't too bad until she felt a shift next to her and the sheets pulled away. Oh, she couldn't have.
She put her face into a hand and gave a long sigh. Even though she was hoping it was Manda or Tracy or hell, even Natalie, she didn't have much hope. Sitting up slowly, she steeled herself before looking. She started at the feet, still hidden under the sheet, and moved up. She stopped at the waist where there was a slight rise. Morning wood... and she reached over to pull the covers down. She wasn't sure what she expected, but the fact her partner's cock was nestle in red hair was both a relief and horrifying. She tossed the sheet back up to cover him.
She wished she could remember what happened last night. This was one of those times people vowed to never drink again, but she couldn't even lie to herself about it. Biting the bullet, she turned enough to see the body's face. She was still stuck between being relieved and ashamed as Traine's profile came into view. His red hair was plastered to his forehead from sweat, both dried and fresh, and his mouth was slightly open as he breathed. She shook her head as if to clear it and decided to climb out of bed.
Her feet hit the ground and she slowly stood. She managed to not groan as she used the nightstand for support. It was only for a few seconds, but it made her frown. Last night had not been gentle. Her hips hurt, her thighs hurt, and one shoulder was stiff. After she straightened, she turned to walk to the bathroom, taking her time. Glaring at him wasn't going to take it back, but she did it anyway. The red scratches she saw decorating his upper body -that she somehow missed earlier in her quest for his identity- attracted her attention. She hoped those burned like hell when he got into the shower.
The clock glowed 7:15am as she walked past it. It amazed her that she was even awake. Of course, she had been reaching her alcohol limit at 9pm last night, which was hardly late. She had been drinking so early so she'd have time to sleep it off, but she probably didn't get much sleep last night. Lowered inhibitions and access to the man she was trying hardest not to fuck was a terrible combination.
She hobbled into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, happy to have the invisible film gone before she popped in twice the recommended dose of pain killers. Then, she took a nice, hot shower. The brunette had a few scratches of her own, but it all would be hidden under her clothes, fortunately. Turning off the water, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair. She reached for the handle to leave the bathroom and had to stop herself. She wasn't at home, and though she may have in her office suite any other time, she didn't know if that door to her office bedroom was locked. Even if it was, Traine was out there. She didn't want to parade around him naked. He was horniest in the morning for one, and secondly she didn't want him to take it as an invitation if he was awake. She grabbed a second towel and wrapped it securely around her chest.
If she had been thinking straight, she would have brought all of her clothes into the bathroom with her. Oh, hindsight. The brunette opened the door and stepped out into the cooler air, suppressing a shiver. Traine had rolled into her spot on the bed, so most likely he was awake. It was confirmed when he took a deep breath and lifted his head from the pillow, rising to one elbow and opening still bleary hazel eyes at her.
Catching his look, she gave him a blink and moved to her dresser. His face had gone from slack to a small grin. Squatting down with a little difficulty, she opened her drawers and pulled out a matching bra and panty set. She heard movement behind her and his leg came into view on one side.
"Morning," he greeted, voice a little cracked from disuse. She knew he had leaned over because his voice was closer than it should have been and she could see his elbow resting on his knee.
She turned her head enough so he could see her mouth moving even as she pulled out a pressed suit folded on the lower shelf. "Good morning," and her voice was soft, but not from sleep. Renee stood and took a step before there was a tug on her towel. She turned to give him a look.
There was still the small smile, but it was out of habit. He always smiled until she said something wrong. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered, and tried to move away, but he hadn't let go yet.
"You're giving me that look," and his smile was gone now, and she hadn't even said something bad yet.
"It's too early for this," she sighed, aggravated, and tugged on the towel, but he still didn't let go.
"Why can't you at least smile at me in the morning?"
"I don't have anything to be happy about," she hissed with another violent yank, finally freeing the towel, but it only succeeded in making him rise to his feet.
"Why the hell not?" Traine's face set into an expression that was prepared to go either of two ways, hurt or angry, and sometimes both. "What they hell does it take for you to wake up beside me and not look like you're going to the damn gallows?"
"There isn't anything that wi-" and she stopped herself, just glaring.
There was a tense silence, and she could see his muscles contracting. He turned away, but his hand came out and slammed against the lamp on her dresser, sending it crashing to the floor. She jumped.
"FUCK!" His voice echoed in the room, and the headache she had almost forgotten about thanks to pills came back with a vengeance. "What the hell is it?! What is WRONG with me?! HUH?!" One step later and he was in front of her, another step and she had to back up, eyes wide.
He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Her hand automatically came up to twist his arm and escape, but he turned, dropping her to the bed with him sitting on top, his left hand pinning her right. "Why the hell can't I at least get a smile?! I don't ask you to do anything! I don't demand anything! I wake up next to you and you treat me like I fucking raped you! As if you never wanted it! What the hell do you want from me, Renee?!"
She didn't know if he expected an answer, but he had her jaw clamped in his hand. It hurt, and her eyes were watering from the pain. Her heart beat in her chest and it took her a second to realize what she was feeling. She was scared. Traine was scaring at her, and he had overpowered her, pinning her and taking away all of her options.
There were a few seconds of heavy silence with him looking down into her widened eyes before he gave a final push against her and stood, giving another curse. "This isn't fucking complicated," he scoffed. Climbing off the bed, still naked, he raked his hand through his hair. "Fuck this. Just fuck it all. It's always been no strings attached, but you," the red-head stalked towards the bathroom. "You just don't know what the fuck you want," he spat, slamming the door closed behind him.
She lay on the bed, still staring at the door he slammed. She blinked rapidly, but the tears still fell. Just a minute or two, then they were gone. When she sat up, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes until her 8 o'clock. The shower was running in the bathroom, so she quickly stole inside for her dryer and everything else she'd need. By the time he was finished, she was dressed, ready, and in her office, having locked the bedroom door behind her.
As her first meeting of the day started, she fought the closing of her throat as she briefly looked at the closed bedroom door. The only thing that could make it worse was if he finished getting dressed and just came out of the room during her meeting as if there was nothing strange about it. She looked down, pretending to read the report that had been put in front of her. How badly had she hurt him and how spiteful was he? She closed her eyes a moment. She didn't want to find out.
