Post by Admin on Dec 28, 2020 3:30:30 GMT
CEDRIC:
Cedric was pacing his hallway. He could have paced his whole apartment in the span of one minute, but he designated the hallway as his destination. It had been a very long night, and the signs of dawn were still a few hours out. Cedric was puffing away broodingly at a cigarette. Katnip mewing at him to go to bed, but he couldn’t.
He had a woman in his bed.
An infuriating, stupid, beautiful woman that had melted Cedrics cold heart, enough with her doped up smile, before she had passed out on the carriage seat from the medicine for her head injury. “What are you doing Ced…” He growled. Blowing smoke out of his mouth. He paused in the doorway and looked in. He’d carried Lacey all the way up here, stripped her out of her bloodied and filthy clothes, dressed her in one of his shirts (He tried to be a gentleman in keeping his eyes away, and her covered) before tucking her into his bed. He should have taken her down to the station, and put her in a solitary cell, and called it good. But he hadn’t. He’d scooped her up after she’d fallen asleep, rested her head against his shoulder, and took her to his apartment after a quick, terse word with some of the other officers.
Cedric scowled at her from the doorway, placing the cigarette back in his mouth, and began puffing on it again. He walked into his room, grumbling as he grabbed a spare blanket. He tossed it at the end of the bed, and toed off his shoes, and unbuttoned his vest, followed by his shirt. Placing them on a sitting chair, he left his room still smoking his cigarette and the blanket tucked under his arm. He went into the living room and then plopped down on his couch, propping his feet up as he put the cigarette out in an ashtray on the end table. He covered himself with the blanket, and then punched the couch pillow to get it a bit more plump before he rested his head against it, and closed his eyes. Hoping sleep would take him quickly after a long ass night.
LACEY:
Lacey awoke to the smell of man, wearing a shirt that was clearly not made for her. Her mind still fuzzy with sleep, she reached for the far side of the bed, seeking the warm body that ought to be there.
"Mark?" she mumbled, but her fingers found only cold linen.
The memory that she no longer had a husband was what caused her to wake the rest of the way. Now she was frightened and dizzy in a strange bed. Panic choked the air from her lungs as she bolted upright, sure for an instant that something was terribly wrong. Thankfully, or perhaps not, the memory of her night's failure returned in a messy lump soon after. She was fairly certain that pieces were missing, but the important bits she recalled: she'd been betrayed, injured, and arrested. So why wasn't she in jail?
There was only one possible answer. Cedric. And if she was at his place, in a bed, it was his bed. And be wasn't in it. That meant she needed to find him Despite the heavy fog still resting in her mind and making her body sluggish, she clambered out of the bed and trudged her way down the hallway to the living room. There on the sofa she spotted her rescuer, looking as uncomfortable as could be. Her heart squeezed painfully at the sight. Not only had he gotten her a doctor, helped her with the pain, and let her stay in his home, he'd given up his own bed? How could one man be that stupid...and that sweet?
"Cedric, baby, come back to your own bed," she whined as she dropped heavily to her knees next to the couch and flopped her top half onto his chest. She paid no mind to the way his shirt rode up her thighs or flapped open at the neck; she honestly hadn't given even a second of thought to her clothing.
Hm, he smells nice… Drowsy and drug-addled Lacey had a bit less respect for boundaries than she might have fully awake: she sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his middle in a possessive hug, nuzzling closer. She almost lost her train of thought, but she managed to reel it back in.
"I can sleep on the sofa, or better yet we can share. I promise I won't get any ideas. But it's not fair for you to be out here. Please?"
CEDRIC:
Cedric, thank god, had managed to fall into a drowse. His mouth was parted slightly, and he let his mind wander wherever it wanted too. He could faintly hear Lacey moving around, but it didn’t register in his brain until she called out to him. Dropping down next to the couch, and startling him a bit. He sat up but didn’t make it far when she hugged his torso. Her head against his chest. “L-lacey?” He choked out. Surprised to see how attached she was to him, and wondering if she was still drugged.
She sagged against his chest as she sighed, nuzzling closer with her hug. He brought his hands up to rest them on her shoulders. “Lacey? You need the bed more than I do Darlin. I’m fine.” He spoke gently. Rubbing his thumbs against her-er his shirt. His voice was deeper from sleep and he looked down to remember he didn’t have a shirt on.
He gently reached down, taking her head in his hands, and made her look at him as he held it gently. Minding her injury. “How are you feeling?” He asked her. He motioned for her to let him up and when she did, he’d sit up. Letting the blanket pool around his waist before he took her head gently again and examined it. “You need to sleep.” He said sternly. “You’re injured, go back to the bed.” He ordered. His blue eyes taking on a stern look for a moment, before they softened. “Please? I”m okay on the couch. I was snoozing away when you came out.” He told her.
LACEY:
Lacey frowned her disagreement as he said she needed the bed more than him. She may be a woman, but she could sleep anywhere she needed to; she was no spoiled brat. The gentle tone of his voice and the almost loving way his hands caressed her face, though, quickly melted her protests. She leaned her cheek into his palm for a moment, then reluctantly followed his movement to sit up.
The new vantage point allowed her to get a good look at him, and she felt her body perk up a little. Wow. She'd always had a bit of a thing for this guy, but she hadn't seen him shirtless before, and boy was it reinforcing her crush. She felt her cheeks flush slightly and was grateful for the question to distract her as she yawned.
How did she feel? That was a good question. Her head ached, but the pain was distant as a conversation heard from another room. It would come back to haunt her soon enough, but for now, she was okay Mostly, she was sleepy.
"I feel like I could sleep till the next century." She replied and nodded when he said she needed sleep. She even let him examine her wound without protest, actually relaxing under his gentle ministrations It was so nice to be taken care of, for once, and she did want to sleep, but she wasn't willing to give up.
"It's your bed, Cedric. I'm not taking it from you, that's terrible. You did too much for me already. I mean it."
CEDRIC:
“And I mean it.” He said. Releasing her head. He wrapped an arm around her waist and used the over to lean down and hook it under her legs. He made his brain not focus on the smooth feeling of her skin, and remember she only had his shirt on. He stood then, holding her against his chest, and ignoring the slight tickle of her brushing against his chest hair. He ignored any protest from her and carried her down the hallway to his bed. Placing her back where he’d first put her.
“You’re not taking it if I’m offering it up.” He gave her a pointed look before he set her down gently. He grabbed the quilt and laid it over her lap. Katnip suddenly jumped up on the bed, making her presence known, and came over. Bumping her head against the mound that was Lacey’s legs. “Look, Katnip will keep you company.” He said, smiling at the tabby. He reached over and scratched her behind her ears. Gaining a purr from her. He sat down at the foot of the bed, petting Katnip before looking up at Lacey. His earlier annoyance at himself returning at the decision he’d made. The decision he’d made without thinking. Now he had to decide what to do with her.
LACEY:
Slowed by the drugs in her system, Lacey didn't have time to react to his words before she was being scooped up--and once his hand slid under her thighs she was too distracted. Oh holy hell, she mentally swore as a spark rippled through her body and left her speechless. Oh, this was the worst possible time and person for her to be that turned on by, but she couldn't help herself. He was being a perfect gentleman, but damn if her body wasn't taking it all the wrong way. She was absurdly grateful when he set her on the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover her bare legs-- maybe that would be enough to cool her rising hormones.
When something brushed her leg, she first thought it was him, that maybe he was toying with the same idea she was, and a pesky bubble of hope rose in her chest She was more than a little disappointed to see it was a very pretty cat. Katnip? Did he name his cat Katnip? Her absolute delight and a strange rush of affection forced her to turn her gaze from his tired eyes and the stubble along his jaw to the cat. Lacey's cheeks had already turned bright pink and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite her best efforts, so all she could do was hope he didn't notice.
On the other hand, the two of them had been flirting since the day they met. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to find out if either of them were serious… and if not, they could chalk it up to their usual banter. If she were fully dressed, fully awake, on her own turf, maybe she wouldn't have given in to her desires, but here, in his shirt, in his bed, watching him pet his adorably named cat, she knew what she wanted was for him to touch her instead.
"I'm sure Katnip is lovely, but I'd be much happier if you were the one keeping me company."
She kept her tone casual as she reached out her hand to let the cat smell her and was careful not to look directly at him, but her eyes flickered to his face as she waited for his reaction.
Cedric was pacing his hallway. He could have paced his whole apartment in the span of one minute, but he designated the hallway as his destination. It had been a very long night, and the signs of dawn were still a few hours out. Cedric was puffing away broodingly at a cigarette. Katnip mewing at him to go to bed, but he couldn’t.
He had a woman in his bed.
An infuriating, stupid, beautiful woman that had melted Cedrics cold heart, enough with her doped up smile, before she had passed out on the carriage seat from the medicine for her head injury. “What are you doing Ced…” He growled. Blowing smoke out of his mouth. He paused in the doorway and looked in. He’d carried Lacey all the way up here, stripped her out of her bloodied and filthy clothes, dressed her in one of his shirts (He tried to be a gentleman in keeping his eyes away, and her covered) before tucking her into his bed. He should have taken her down to the station, and put her in a solitary cell, and called it good. But he hadn’t. He’d scooped her up after she’d fallen asleep, rested her head against his shoulder, and took her to his apartment after a quick, terse word with some of the other officers.
Cedric scowled at her from the doorway, placing the cigarette back in his mouth, and began puffing on it again. He walked into his room, grumbling as he grabbed a spare blanket. He tossed it at the end of the bed, and toed off his shoes, and unbuttoned his vest, followed by his shirt. Placing them on a sitting chair, he left his room still smoking his cigarette and the blanket tucked under his arm. He went into the living room and then plopped down on his couch, propping his feet up as he put the cigarette out in an ashtray on the end table. He covered himself with the blanket, and then punched the couch pillow to get it a bit more plump before he rested his head against it, and closed his eyes. Hoping sleep would take him quickly after a long ass night.
LACEY:
Lacey awoke to the smell of man, wearing a shirt that was clearly not made for her. Her mind still fuzzy with sleep, she reached for the far side of the bed, seeking the warm body that ought to be there.
"Mark?" she mumbled, but her fingers found only cold linen.
The memory that she no longer had a husband was what caused her to wake the rest of the way. Now she was frightened and dizzy in a strange bed. Panic choked the air from her lungs as she bolted upright, sure for an instant that something was terribly wrong. Thankfully, or perhaps not, the memory of her night's failure returned in a messy lump soon after. She was fairly certain that pieces were missing, but the important bits she recalled: she'd been betrayed, injured, and arrested. So why wasn't she in jail?
There was only one possible answer. Cedric. And if she was at his place, in a bed, it was his bed. And be wasn't in it. That meant she needed to find him Despite the heavy fog still resting in her mind and making her body sluggish, she clambered out of the bed and trudged her way down the hallway to the living room. There on the sofa she spotted her rescuer, looking as uncomfortable as could be. Her heart squeezed painfully at the sight. Not only had he gotten her a doctor, helped her with the pain, and let her stay in his home, he'd given up his own bed? How could one man be that stupid...and that sweet?
"Cedric, baby, come back to your own bed," she whined as she dropped heavily to her knees next to the couch and flopped her top half onto his chest. She paid no mind to the way his shirt rode up her thighs or flapped open at the neck; she honestly hadn't given even a second of thought to her clothing.
Hm, he smells nice… Drowsy and drug-addled Lacey had a bit less respect for boundaries than she might have fully awake: she sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his middle in a possessive hug, nuzzling closer. She almost lost her train of thought, but she managed to reel it back in.
"I can sleep on the sofa, or better yet we can share. I promise I won't get any ideas. But it's not fair for you to be out here. Please?"
CEDRIC:
Cedric, thank god, had managed to fall into a drowse. His mouth was parted slightly, and he let his mind wander wherever it wanted too. He could faintly hear Lacey moving around, but it didn’t register in his brain until she called out to him. Dropping down next to the couch, and startling him a bit. He sat up but didn’t make it far when she hugged his torso. Her head against his chest. “L-lacey?” He choked out. Surprised to see how attached she was to him, and wondering if she was still drugged.
She sagged against his chest as she sighed, nuzzling closer with her hug. He brought his hands up to rest them on her shoulders. “Lacey? You need the bed more than I do Darlin. I’m fine.” He spoke gently. Rubbing his thumbs against her-er his shirt. His voice was deeper from sleep and he looked down to remember he didn’t have a shirt on.
He gently reached down, taking her head in his hands, and made her look at him as he held it gently. Minding her injury. “How are you feeling?” He asked her. He motioned for her to let him up and when she did, he’d sit up. Letting the blanket pool around his waist before he took her head gently again and examined it. “You need to sleep.” He said sternly. “You’re injured, go back to the bed.” He ordered. His blue eyes taking on a stern look for a moment, before they softened. “Please? I”m okay on the couch. I was snoozing away when you came out.” He told her.
LACEY:
Lacey frowned her disagreement as he said she needed the bed more than him. She may be a woman, but she could sleep anywhere she needed to; she was no spoiled brat. The gentle tone of his voice and the almost loving way his hands caressed her face, though, quickly melted her protests. She leaned her cheek into his palm for a moment, then reluctantly followed his movement to sit up.
The new vantage point allowed her to get a good look at him, and she felt her body perk up a little. Wow. She'd always had a bit of a thing for this guy, but she hadn't seen him shirtless before, and boy was it reinforcing her crush. She felt her cheeks flush slightly and was grateful for the question to distract her as she yawned.
How did she feel? That was a good question. Her head ached, but the pain was distant as a conversation heard from another room. It would come back to haunt her soon enough, but for now, she was okay Mostly, she was sleepy.
"I feel like I could sleep till the next century." She replied and nodded when he said she needed sleep. She even let him examine her wound without protest, actually relaxing under his gentle ministrations It was so nice to be taken care of, for once, and she did want to sleep, but she wasn't willing to give up.
"It's your bed, Cedric. I'm not taking it from you, that's terrible. You did too much for me already. I mean it."
CEDRIC:
“And I mean it.” He said. Releasing her head. He wrapped an arm around her waist and used the over to lean down and hook it under her legs. He made his brain not focus on the smooth feeling of her skin, and remember she only had his shirt on. He stood then, holding her against his chest, and ignoring the slight tickle of her brushing against his chest hair. He ignored any protest from her and carried her down the hallway to his bed. Placing her back where he’d first put her.
“You’re not taking it if I’m offering it up.” He gave her a pointed look before he set her down gently. He grabbed the quilt and laid it over her lap. Katnip suddenly jumped up on the bed, making her presence known, and came over. Bumping her head against the mound that was Lacey’s legs. “Look, Katnip will keep you company.” He said, smiling at the tabby. He reached over and scratched her behind her ears. Gaining a purr from her. He sat down at the foot of the bed, petting Katnip before looking up at Lacey. His earlier annoyance at himself returning at the decision he’d made. The decision he’d made without thinking. Now he had to decide what to do with her.
LACEY:
Slowed by the drugs in her system, Lacey didn't have time to react to his words before she was being scooped up--and once his hand slid under her thighs she was too distracted. Oh holy hell, she mentally swore as a spark rippled through her body and left her speechless. Oh, this was the worst possible time and person for her to be that turned on by, but she couldn't help herself. He was being a perfect gentleman, but damn if her body wasn't taking it all the wrong way. She was absurdly grateful when he set her on the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover her bare legs-- maybe that would be enough to cool her rising hormones.
When something brushed her leg, she first thought it was him, that maybe he was toying with the same idea she was, and a pesky bubble of hope rose in her chest She was more than a little disappointed to see it was a very pretty cat. Katnip? Did he name his cat Katnip? Her absolute delight and a strange rush of affection forced her to turn her gaze from his tired eyes and the stubble along his jaw to the cat. Lacey's cheeks had already turned bright pink and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite her best efforts, so all she could do was hope he didn't notice.
On the other hand, the two of them had been flirting since the day they met. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to find out if either of them were serious… and if not, they could chalk it up to their usual banter. If she were fully dressed, fully awake, on her own turf, maybe she wouldn't have given in to her desires, but here, in his shirt, in his bed, watching him pet his adorably named cat, she knew what she wanted was for him to touch her instead.
"I'm sure Katnip is lovely, but I'd be much happier if you were the one keeping me company."
She kept her tone casual as she reached out her hand to let the cat smell her and was careful not to look directly at him, but her eyes flickered to his face as she waited for his reaction.