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xp_logsAfter a night out, Sarah and Angelo do "not-a-couple" stuff. This doesn't look much different from "couple" stuff, but hey.
Sarah's apartment was oddly quiet, compared to what it used to be. The loud music that used to come from the boiler room (or even her upgraded single room in the basement) was replaced by the quiet shuffle of papers as she flipped through a notebook of papers, trying to find a set of notes she needed to take in to work the next morning.
...With really loud music blaring from the headphones over her ears.
It was almost eerily quiet, for someone who'd known her back in the day... but not unpleasantly so, really. Angelo stirred on the bed behind her, blinking as he started to wake up. "...afternoon?"
The music was just loud enough that she continued working at her desk, one finger clicking in time with the music against the tabletop. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, and she pulled the earphones down around her neck, the music still blaring from the foam down around her collarbone. "Hi there. Feel better?"
He was still obviously sleepy after the previous night's clubbing, but rapidly getting more alert. "...yeah. Not hungover, anyway... what're you workin' on?"
"Something I need to take in to work tomorrow. I obviously don't get enough of it at the office." She spun the desk chair around, so she faced him instead of craning her neck to see him out of the corner of her eye. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Nah", he said with a slight smile, realizing his hand was still on her shoulder and letting it drop, brushing her side on the way. "Probably about time I woke up anyway, if you're up an' workin'."
"Yeah, it's time to get your lazy ass out of bed. The sun's even up, or it would be if I opened the blinds." She grinned, leaning the chair back against the desk to stretch. "Well, last night was certainly productive, don't you think?"
He watched her stretch with undisguised interest, leaning back in the bed with a grin. "Yeah, I think you could definitely say that."
After the stretch Sarah leaned forward, arms laid out across the bed, just within touching distance of him. She ran a bony finger up his side absently, smiling. "So, tell me about your trip."
"Oman?" He smiled back at her, remembering. "It was...peaceful. Really good hotel, pretty country, got some time to do the tourist thing, an' I think we really got somethin' started." He paused. "An' not one single nightmare since the first night I was there." Obviously it really had been what he'd needed, at least until the next setback.
"That's good to hear. I'm sure Nathan would have smothered you with a pillow after the second or third one." She grinned, poking him gently in the side. "Not everybody is as understanding as I am."
He twitched away from the poke, though it was more than half-joking and he was laughing as he did. "Yeah, you're too good to me. Even when I was wakin' you up with them."
"I suppose I could have kicked you out and made you sleep on your own couch. Forge wouldn't have minded."
"Probably not", he agreed, turning a wicked grin on her. "But you wouldn't've done that."
"Oh no? I think maybe you've forgotten who you're fucking." Sarah scowled dramatically, continuing, "I'm mean. That means I could totally kick you out of your own bed, and not feel the slightest bit awful about it. Me liking you doesn't even factor into it."
"But then", Angelo pointed out reasonably, stretching in turn, "there'd be the part where that'd mean you'd be all alone in it."
"You seem to be doing just fine all alone in my bed." Sarah grinned, her fingers catching the fabric of the bedspread as she ran them over it. "Or are you secretly pining away or something?"
"You're right here, not out on your couch. This isn't exactly what I'd call all alone", was the answer, then, mischievously, "'Course, there's still room for you to get closer."
"You are so whipped." Pushing herself off of the chair and onto the bed beside him, she stretched out on her belly, tucking her elbows up underneath her. "It's cute."
"...no, see, whipped would involve givin' in an' not bein' the one to get what I want", he informed her cheerfully. "Got you over here, didn't it?"
"Hush," she shoved his shoulder playfully, settling back to where she had been. "Don't argue when I'm gloating."
Angelo just laughed, reaching over idly to run a hand over her back. "Fine. But I get to claim the same sometime."
Sarah laughed, tilting her head forward just enough for the hair tucked behind her ears to fall into her face. She shook it back out of the way. "Sure. But you'll have to win before you can gloat about it."
"Now that sounds like a challenge."
Sarah's apartment was oddly quiet, compared to what it used to be. The loud music that used to come from the boiler room (or even her upgraded single room in the basement) was replaced by the quiet shuffle of papers as she flipped through a notebook of papers, trying to find a set of notes she needed to take in to work the next morning.
...With really loud music blaring from the headphones over her ears.
It was almost eerily quiet, for someone who'd known her back in the day... but not unpleasantly so, really. Angelo stirred on the bed behind her, blinking as he started to wake up. "...afternoon?"
The music was just loud enough that she continued working at her desk, one finger clicking in time with the music against the tabletop. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, and she pulled the earphones down around her neck, the music still blaring from the foam down around her collarbone. "Hi there. Feel better?"
He was still obviously sleepy after the previous night's clubbing, but rapidly getting more alert. "...yeah. Not hungover, anyway... what're you workin' on?"
"Something I need to take in to work tomorrow. I obviously don't get enough of it at the office." She spun the desk chair around, so she faced him instead of craning her neck to see him out of the corner of her eye. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Nah", he said with a slight smile, realizing his hand was still on her shoulder and letting it drop, brushing her side on the way. "Probably about time I woke up anyway, if you're up an' workin'."
"Yeah, it's time to get your lazy ass out of bed. The sun's even up, or it would be if I opened the blinds." She grinned, leaning the chair back against the desk to stretch. "Well, last night was certainly productive, don't you think?"
He watched her stretch with undisguised interest, leaning back in the bed with a grin. "Yeah, I think you could definitely say that."
After the stretch Sarah leaned forward, arms laid out across the bed, just within touching distance of him. She ran a bony finger up his side absently, smiling. "So, tell me about your trip."
"Oman?" He smiled back at her, remembering. "It was...peaceful. Really good hotel, pretty country, got some time to do the tourist thing, an' I think we really got somethin' started." He paused. "An' not one single nightmare since the first night I was there." Obviously it really had been what he'd needed, at least until the next setback.
"That's good to hear. I'm sure Nathan would have smothered you with a pillow after the second or third one." She grinned, poking him gently in the side. "Not everybody is as understanding as I am."
He twitched away from the poke, though it was more than half-joking and he was laughing as he did. "Yeah, you're too good to me. Even when I was wakin' you up with them."
"I suppose I could have kicked you out and made you sleep on your own couch. Forge wouldn't have minded."
"Probably not", he agreed, turning a wicked grin on her. "But you wouldn't've done that."
"Oh no? I think maybe you've forgotten who you're fucking." Sarah scowled dramatically, continuing, "I'm mean. That means I could totally kick you out of your own bed, and not feel the slightest bit awful about it. Me liking you doesn't even factor into it."
"But then", Angelo pointed out reasonably, stretching in turn, "there'd be the part where that'd mean you'd be all alone in it."
"You seem to be doing just fine all alone in my bed." Sarah grinned, her fingers catching the fabric of the bedspread as she ran them over it. "Or are you secretly pining away or something?"
"You're right here, not out on your couch. This isn't exactly what I'd call all alone", was the answer, then, mischievously, "'Course, there's still room for you to get closer."
"You are so whipped." Pushing herself off of the chair and onto the bed beside him, she stretched out on her belly, tucking her elbows up underneath her. "It's cute."
"...no, see, whipped would involve givin' in an' not bein' the one to get what I want", he informed her cheerfully. "Got you over here, didn't it?"
"Hush," she shoved his shoulder playfully, settling back to where she had been. "Don't argue when I'm gloating."
Angelo just laughed, reaching over idly to run a hand over her back. "Fine. But I get to claim the same sometime."
Sarah laughed, tilting her head forward just enough for the hair tucked behind her ears to fall into her face. She shook it back out of the way. "Sure. But you'll have to win before you can gloat about it."
"Now that sounds like a challenge."
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