The Morning After Meme

[somepartsbroken]

the morning after meme
1. Post your characters!
2. Respond to others!
3. Your characters wake up together.
4. What happened? Memories can be intact or they can piece together the mystery.

Stolen from lastvoyages

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[dirtyandtrue]

If there was one thing that Matthew wasn't used to, it was waking up next to someone. Going asleep next to them was fine, but not many people fancied sleeping next to what was, essentially, a corpse. As he roused, the heat from the body that (was? is?) next to him was quickly noticed. His sheets tended to run cooler when he woke up. With blurry vision, Matt half opened his eyes and looked next to him.

[iwasrussian]

One thing Natasha was usually spot on with was knowing her surroundings and knowing them well. Situations where she found herself not remembering much of the night before had reasons; ones that neither sat well with the spy, or were dismissed in favor of a good time. No excuse.

The chill under the sheet caused her to rouse with a little shiver, and her brow creased even though her eyes remained shut. There was indeed someone beside her, that she knew. But, more, why was the night before so unclear? Had she been drugged?

In less time than it took to blink after the thought Natasha's eyes flashed wide open and she was straddled over top of him with something sharp aimed at his throat and an intolerant expression that was waiting for an explanation.

[dirtyandtrue]

Needless to say, this wasn't the first time Matthew found a knife at his throat and an unknown woman in his bed. It was still shocking as hell though, and Matthew was smart enough to not move. For all her aggression, the Brujah was strangely nonchalant, dark inset eyes blinking fully open at her.

Natasha. Yes, that was her name. His lips tilted up in a smirk.

"Well well," he roughly lilts out, keeping his hands splayed up on the pillow and out over the bed. "Who knew you were the cuddling type, hmm?"

[iwasrussian]

Okay. So traces of the night before started rolling back when she saw his face, but that did little to answer the question of why she couldn't remember getting into bed with him. Flirting and not so innocent kissing, yes. But, not allowing herself to be so far gone off whatever they were drinking to the point of blacking out?

No way.

"I tend to surprise people. Want to tell me what you slipped in my drink?" she said, voice still thick with sleep.

[dirtyandtrue]

That made him chuckle, one hand slowly coming up to rest his fingers on the wrist that was at his throat.

"Mon cherie, I don't need to slip anything." Matt arched an eyebrow a little, eyes dragging down from her face to roam across what he could see without bending his head.

"If you're here, it was by choice," he continues, looking back up at her with a serious look in his eyes. It could have been the opium, he supposes. No telling the tolerance levels of these younger sorts nowdays but he wasn't exactly sure if they'd done that particular ride or not. Something else that wasn't new.

[iwasrussian]

Fortunately for him, fragments of the previous evening were starting to come back to her in quick flashes and it had her completely distracted to the point her tight hold on the knife she held slowly began to loosen. She shook her head, obviously remembering and feeling somewhat embarrassed and angry with herself. It was so rare that she allowed that kind of behavior.

Moving her other hand to collect the blade, she tossed it onto the table beside the bed and sighed without moving off him.

“Matthew.” Natasha spoke, remembering his name now. “So, how much of it is your doing?”

[dirtyandtrue]

He liked her much better when there wasn't a knife at his throat, he would readily admit. Nodding softly, Matt lowered his hands, cool palms habitually falling to rest on her knees. He wasn't getting fresh, just comfortable.

"Only the encouragement to follow what was already going on in your head. I seem to have that effect on people," he said matter of factly. Yes, there would always be that brash confidence but that didn't stop it from being true.

[iwasrussian]

"Oh, so it's my fault." she eyed him with a mock look of disbelief. She knew it was more than that. She wasn't so young that it was habit and thrill to fall into the arms of a handsome, young (he damn well looked young enough) man. He had more to do with it than he let on.

Eyes flickered from his face down his chest. He was definitely attractive.

[dirtyandtrue]

"Only biologically speaking," he charmed with a smile, drawing one finger a few inches up her thigh and back down in a lazy motion.

"I'll take no blame for the amount that was imbibed last night. That at least isn't my fault."

[iwasrussian]

Trying to resist even the smallest of grins at that answer was near impossible. Her green eyes held his, only straying long enough to take note of where his finger was and definitely feeling the sensation it left in its wake.

"It wasn't that much," she told him, moving a hand down to his side where her own fingers brushed against his ribs. "I know my limits."