Wanda and Jake - the next morning

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Jake and Wanda wake up and don't talk about it.



Jake woke slowly, the line between waking and dreaming all but annihilated. He was burrowed underneath someone, he was on high-thread count sheets, there was dark hair against his cheek and a warm, muscled back under his hand... "Wanda's going to kill me," he mumbled.

"Only if you keep moving," came the tired response from above him. Wanda was sprawled as bonelessly as she could achieve, taking up most of the bed in the process. But considering where Jake had burrowed to, it really hadn't mattered. She didn't raise her head but instead blinked against the pillow and tried to figure out...

"Why why I kill you?" Things, a number of things, weren't clicking.

Jake froze, although not because Wanda had ordered him to stop. He blinked awake, mind trying to process. This was Wanda laying on top of him, which meant he hadn't been dreaming about her and sleeping with Jean-Paul, he'd been dreaming about Jean-Paul and...He shook his head, not wanting to think of that now. He decided to feign ignorance. "What?" he asked, craning his head to look at--well, that was apparently the back of her head. How exactly had they ended up like this, anyway?

...Besides the obvious answer, of course.

Wanda was frowning but mostly because her last sentence hadn't quite made sense, not even to her. With some effort, she shimmied off of Jake so she could roll over without the fear of crushing or suffocating him into the mattress. She fiddled with the sheet, trying to figure out if she should cover up - they never had problems with things like that before but they'd never ended up like this either.

"What?" she parroted back at him, still half asleep.

Jake giggled at that, some of the nervous tension bleeding off at the realization at how absurd this all was. He followed her as she rolled over, his arm snaking around her waist, not quite ready to lose his blanket just yet. "Hey. Come back here. S'warm."

She hummed in agreement and allowed him to pull her back against his chest and further under the twisted up blankets. A quick glance at the clock told her that there was still plenty of time for them to get to the airport and Wanda settled back down, enjoying the familiar, and yet new, sensation of warm skin against skin. "I'd repeat 'what' again but then we'd just go 'round in circles," she murmured.

He laughed against the skin of her shoulder, following it up with a kiss, even as he became aware of something small and hard digging into his hip. "Let's not," he replied, trying to decide whether whatever it was was bothering him enough to make it worth letting go of Wanda long enough to remove it. He could just 'shift around it, but that was more energy than he really wanted to expend at the moment..."Dammit," he muttered, rolling back just far enough to be able to pull the offending object--his watch--out. "So that's where that went." He wrapped his arm back around Wanda, dropping the timepiece on the mattress in front of her.

She couldn't help it, she laughed as she picked up the watch and dangled it off of one finger. "So much for your new found control," Wanda teased before tossing it carefully onto the nightstand next to the bed. She settled back down against him, careful to shift her bandaged arm out from under her. There was awkwardness hovering on the edge of sleepiness but she didn't know if they were going to slide into that or not. She was too tired, and sore for both good and bad reasons, to move, anyway.

He smirked. "Just shut up and take it as a compliment, will you?" He traced patterns on her abdomen idly, enjoying the feel of her skin under his fingers even as his stomach growled. "And you," he admonished, craning his head to speak towards the offending organ, "none of that."

This time when she rolled over, Wanda rolled towards Jake so she could peer up at him with amusement. "How well acquainted are the room service people with you by now, anyway?" Ignore the stress from the last few days (months), ignore the fact that neither of them were clothed and that they still smelled like sex. Just roll with it.

He tilted his head, eyes going distant as he did the math. "Take thirteen years of an Infonet expense account, multiply it times my love for all things bakery, and subtract the number of linens I've probably ruined..." He focused on her again with a cheeky grin. "Well, I probably couldn't get them to bring it in while we were still naked without leaving a really big tip. And I'm not sure where my pants are, exactly, so that might get awkward. Now if we'd gotten a suite..."

"If we had gotten a suite, they would have been more willing to serve us breakfast while we are naked?" she asked, poking him in the ribs. "Even you are not quite that good at bluffing and I am not quite that stunning to look at to get away." She was teasing him as she stretched, wincing as the bruises and bites from the night before made themselves known once more.

"Liar," he teased, bending his head to kiss a particularly wicked-looking bruise on her shoulder. "You're just afraid they'd be so overcome by your beauty that they'd stand there and stare, and that would just get awkward. But if we'd gotten a suite, we could have just had them leave the food out in the," he gestured vaguely behind himself, "foyer-parlor-living-room-thingy."

"If you desire to go into the naming things business? I would suggest not quitting your day job." She traced her fingers over his chest, roughly where the claws had scraped through flesh and bone before dropping her hand to cover his. "Maybe Mark will stop by with food." Wanda's voice turned wry. "Once we are fully clothed."

"Mmm." He shivered at the feeling of her hand on his chest, last night's horrors not fully forgotten just yet, then wrapped his fingers around hers tightly. "I suppose we will have to put clothes on eventually, won't we."

She gave his hand a squeeze even as she was eyeballing the floor, trying to find where her various undergarments had been tossed to. "Well, we eventually have to - I am known around here. I do not want to add to rumors if I try to get into a taxi with no clothes on, no matter how amusing that might be."

"Sure, eventually. But not any time soon, right?" he said with a lazy smile, tugging her on top of him.

Wanda smirked down at him, mentally realizing that even if the aftermath was going to be awkward neither of them would actually talk about it. She braced her arms on either side of his head as she stretched out on top of him. "Another demonstration of how I can make your arm disappear, then?" she teased.

He laughed at that, shrugging his empty shoulder. "What, you're going to make my other arm disappear?" he smirked, reaching up for a kiss. "That would be pretty impressive. Do you think you're up to the challenge?"

"Trust me, when I'm done with you you'll see that it isn't that much of a challenge."