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noxnoctisanima) wrote2008-07-16 02:09 am
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Fic: Morning After
Title: Morning After
Author: Nox
Fandom: Sea Patrol
Pairing/character: Bomber/Suprise Male
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. No offence or liability intended
Summary: Waking up in a strange bed can be pretty shocking. Bomber is shocked alright.
Notes/Warnings: Uh het? Mentions of underage drinking.
Those first few minutes of waking in a strange bed after a big night, before any memory you may have finally returns, can be pretty bloody shocking. You’re in a bed that doesn’t smell like you, more often than not with someone, your head pounds and your stomach churns and you have no idea in hell how you got to be there.
It depends on the person as to how they deal with this. Some swim slowly to consciousness until suddenly they’re naked and hello what’s that poking into my thigh. Bomber was the other kind of person, the one who jumps straight awake in a shock of adrenaline, usually enough to propel her straight out of bed and into the toilet, but all reactions have their downsides.
Now Bomber is no stranger to waking up drunk and not in her bed, in a car, on a couch, on the floor, in a paddock with a cow examining her, she’s woken up pretty much everywhere, including in a couple of strange beds. There’s not a whole hell of a lot to do out in farming country if you’re young so she’d got pretty used to booze by the time she was legally allowed to drink it.
Her problem now is that she’s awake and naked and the arm thrown over her waist is equally naked and frighteningly familiar. Also she kind of needs to pee.
Little fragments of the night are floating back as she debates exactly how much trouble she is in.
The bass thumps in her belly as she tips her head back to drink. There’s a strong hand on her shoulder and the world is full of the sharp contrasts and colours that only turn up when she’s very drunk.
The same hand is on her back as it helps her into a taxi, she squirms along the seat and he slides in after her smelling of sweat and spice and man.
His breath is hot against her neck and his chest hard against her own. She pants as he bites down lightly and he raises his face from her skin and grins at her.
Shit.
So not waking up in a stranger’s bed, which was so much worse.
She stared again at the arm before lifting it gently. If she could leave before he woke up maybe she could try denial. She slipped out from under his arm, wincing as her head pounded.
Her bra wasn’t sitting right, her jeans stuck to her thighs in rather unpleasant ways and she couldn’t find her left boot.
The figure on the bed shifted in his sleep and Bomber stood very still until he stopped moving. She sighed with relief and threw one last look around the room before giving her boot up for dead and slipping out the door.
She slept most of the day hiding behind her curtains, dosing herself with panadol and vitamins and willing her headache to subside.
She was still a little sun sensitive the next day when duty required her to emerge; it was a crew BBQ though mercifully it didn’t begin until the late morning.
Bomber seated herself at a table with a coke and decided the day wasn’t going to be as terrible as she had though. She watched ET and the Nav flirt as unsubtly as always, Spider trip over himself as he tried to talk to the pretty girl who had wandered in from the party next door and RO scowl at almost everyone for having to be there.
The sun wasn’t making her quite so homicidal anymore and she was enjoying her drink, which is exactly when Murphy kicked in.
He came up in her blind spot and so she jumped as something thudded against the table.
Her boot was looking mockingly up at her from the shiny surface.
Buffer smiled at her.
“You left this behind.”
Bomber shut her eyes briefly and tried not to give into the urge to bang her head against the table.
Buffer was still there when she opened her eyes. It seemed denial wasn’t going to be working to well for her.
Well this sucked.
Author: Nox
Fandom: Sea Patrol
Pairing/character: Bomber/Suprise Male
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. No offence or liability intended
Summary: Waking up in a strange bed can be pretty shocking. Bomber is shocked alright.
Notes/Warnings: Uh het? Mentions of underage drinking.
Those first few minutes of waking in a strange bed after a big night, before any memory you may have finally returns, can be pretty bloody shocking. You’re in a bed that doesn’t smell like you, more often than not with someone, your head pounds and your stomach churns and you have no idea in hell how you got to be there.
It depends on the person as to how they deal with this. Some swim slowly to consciousness until suddenly they’re naked and hello what’s that poking into my thigh. Bomber was the other kind of person, the one who jumps straight awake in a shock of adrenaline, usually enough to propel her straight out of bed and into the toilet, but all reactions have their downsides.
Now Bomber is no stranger to waking up drunk and not in her bed, in a car, on a couch, on the floor, in a paddock with a cow examining her, she’s woken up pretty much everywhere, including in a couple of strange beds. There’s not a whole hell of a lot to do out in farming country if you’re young so she’d got pretty used to booze by the time she was legally allowed to drink it.
Her problem now is that she’s awake and naked and the arm thrown over her waist is equally naked and frighteningly familiar. Also she kind of needs to pee.
Little fragments of the night are floating back as she debates exactly how much trouble she is in.
The bass thumps in her belly as she tips her head back to drink. There’s a strong hand on her shoulder and the world is full of the sharp contrasts and colours that only turn up when she’s very drunk.
The same hand is on her back as it helps her into a taxi, she squirms along the seat and he slides in after her smelling of sweat and spice and man.
His breath is hot against her neck and his chest hard against her own. She pants as he bites down lightly and he raises his face from her skin and grins at her.
Shit.
So not waking up in a stranger’s bed, which was so much worse.
She stared again at the arm before lifting it gently. If she could leave before he woke up maybe she could try denial. She slipped out from under his arm, wincing as her head pounded.
Her bra wasn’t sitting right, her jeans stuck to her thighs in rather unpleasant ways and she couldn’t find her left boot.
The figure on the bed shifted in his sleep and Bomber stood very still until he stopped moving. She sighed with relief and threw one last look around the room before giving her boot up for dead and slipping out the door.
She slept most of the day hiding behind her curtains, dosing herself with panadol and vitamins and willing her headache to subside.
She was still a little sun sensitive the next day when duty required her to emerge; it was a crew BBQ though mercifully it didn’t begin until the late morning.
Bomber seated herself at a table with a coke and decided the day wasn’t going to be as terrible as she had though. She watched ET and the Nav flirt as unsubtly as always, Spider trip over himself as he tried to talk to the pretty girl who had wandered in from the party next door and RO scowl at almost everyone for having to be there.
The sun wasn’t making her quite so homicidal anymore and she was enjoying her drink, which is exactly when Murphy kicked in.
He came up in her blind spot and so she jumped as something thudded against the table.
Her boot was looking mockingly up at her from the shiny surface.
Buffer smiled at her.
“You left this behind.”
Bomber shut her eyes briefly and tried not to give into the urge to bang her head against the table.
Buffer was still there when she opened her eyes. It seemed denial wasn’t going to be working to well for her.
Well this sucked.