Sorry if this chapter is kinda short. I still have a project to finish, a lab report to finalize, and a test to cram for and yeah. Oh college, how I loathe you atm... *-*-*
Roxanna resisted the urge to sigh yet again as she crawled towards her shared bed. She'd finally finished cleaning up the mess she'd made (well in the physical sense, the more pressing matter at hand was not so easily taken care of), a task that she would've been done with sooner had she not bothered with salvaging what parts of Fisto that she could. Slowly she slid in between the sheets, not wanting to jostle the man that already lay there, but glassy blue eyes snapping up to meet her's told her that her actions were in vain.
“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you,” she apologized as she sped up her movements.
“You didn't,” Arcade yawned, arching his back a bit. “I never went to sleep, you were making too much noise.”
She mumbled another apology as she shifted around in search of a comfortable position. The mattress was smaller than the ones back at the 38, a fact that made it difficult for her to find a way to lay that didn't involve her draping herself across Arcade Finally he took pity on her and pulled her in so that her back was against his chest.
“This is so fucked up,” Six said after a moment. “I really put my foot in it this time, didn't I Arc?”
“Looks that way.”
She snorted. “Does that somewhat pessimistic reply mean you can't make this problem go away with logic?”
She felt his chuckles vibrating though his chest and into her back. “Go to sleep Roxanna, we'll figure this out in the morning.” *-*-*
Cass woke up with a stretch and sigh. Her head was killing her, and her mouth was overly dry, but she didn't wake up in a strange place or a pool of her own vomit so she figured it would be a good day. Though waking up in a strange place isn't always a bad thing, she mused as she headed for the bathroom. Well, providing who you wake up next to is attractive enough. When she found the washroom to be empty she figured it was going to be a doubly good day. Usually Veronica or Arcade had the room sewed up, with the former checking out her ass in the mirror and the latter spending an ungodly amount of time on his hair.
Twenty minutes later and she was leaving the room feeling clean and relaxed. The smell of sweetrolls and coffee greeted her as she entered the kitchen and she wasted no time helping herself to two of the pastries and a mug that was just as much whiskey as it was coffee. With a contented sigh she bit into the sweetroll, chewing slowly so as to fully enjoy the way the sweetness of the icing combated the spicy richness of the cinnamon. Yup, today was turning out to be pretty fucking awesome.
New Vegas Host Club (3a/?)
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Roxanna resisted the urge to sigh yet again as she crawled towards her shared bed. She'd finally finished cleaning up the mess she'd made (well in the physical sense, the more pressing matter at hand was not so easily taken care of), a task that she would've been done with sooner had she not bothered with salvaging what parts of Fisto that she could. Slowly she slid in between the sheets, not wanting to jostle the man that already lay there, but glassy blue eyes snapping up to meet her's told her that her actions were in vain.
“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you,” she apologized as she sped up her movements.
“You didn't,” Arcade yawned, arching his back a bit. “I never went to sleep, you were making too much noise.”
She mumbled another apology as she shifted around in search of a comfortable position. The mattress was smaller than the ones back at the 38, a fact that made it difficult for her to find a way to lay that didn't involve her draping herself across Arcade Finally he took pity on her and pulled her in so that her back was against his chest.
“This is so fucked up,” Six said after a moment. “I really put my foot in it this time, didn't I Arc?”
“Looks that way.”
She snorted. “Does that somewhat pessimistic reply mean you can't make this problem go away with logic?”
She felt his chuckles vibrating though his chest and into her back. “Go to sleep Roxanna, we'll figure this out in the morning.”
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Cass woke up with a stretch and sigh. Her head was killing her, and her mouth was overly dry, but she didn't wake up in a strange place or a pool of her own vomit so she figured it would be a good day. Though waking up in a strange place isn't always a bad thing, she mused as she headed for the bathroom. Well, providing who you wake up next to is attractive enough. When she found the washroom to be empty she figured it was going to be a doubly good day. Usually Veronica or Arcade had the room sewed up, with the former checking out her ass in the mirror and the latter spending an ungodly amount of time on his hair.
Twenty minutes later and she was leaving the room feeling clean and relaxed. The smell of sweetrolls and coffee greeted her as she entered the kitchen and she wasted no time helping herself to two of the pastries and a mug that was just as much whiskey as it was coffee. With a contented sigh she bit into the sweetroll, chewing slowly so as to fully enjoy the way the sweetness of the icing combated the spicy richness of the cinnamon. Yup, today was turning out to be pretty fucking awesome.
“WHERE'S MY GRANDBABY?!”
Cassidy rolled her eyes. It was always something.