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fanofthegenre) wrote2011-02-28 09:21 pm
fanofthegenre) wrote2011-02-28 09:21 pm
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[ the morning after ]
When Beckett wakes up, there's a crick in her neck and a fuzzy feeling in her mouth - not to mention the pounding on the inside of her skull.
She groans, sits up slightly, starts to stretch, and promptly realizes she's fallen asleep on the couch in Milliways. Again. Only this time, she's not alone. Slowly, she cranes her neck to the side, wincing at the tension, and is promptly greeted with the sight of Jack's sleeping frame, his eyes closed, his head tilted to one side, and despite her headache, she starts to smile a little.
The temptation to wake him up herself is strong, but she doesn't want to scare him. Instead, she starts to ease herself off his lap, trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping to potentially get in a shower before he even gets up.
She groans, sits up slightly, starts to stretch, and promptly realizes she's fallen asleep on the couch in Milliways. Again. Only this time, she's not alone. Slowly, she cranes her neck to the side, wincing at the tension, and is promptly greeted with the sight of Jack's sleeping frame, his eyes closed, his head tilted to one side, and despite her headache, she starts to smile a little.
The temptation to wake him up herself is strong, but she doesn't want to scare him. Instead, she starts to ease herself off his lap, trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping to potentially get in a shower before he even gets up.