Strawberrys and...

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
Ever couldn't help it. He was a man just like any other. How could he -not- look at Rumour differently in this moment; smiling radiant and licking juice off of her fingers while the soundtrack behind them was the moaning and groaning of someone else's release? He cleared his throat and glanced away, mentally kicking himself for the sudden onslaught of mental images he was having. Of the unexpected spasm in his lower region. Rumour and he were friends. Partners in Crime. He shouldn't be sat here thinking of how her pale shirt clung in places he never knew she had curves. How her lips tinted pink and gleaming moist made him think about those two brief mouthy embraces when she'd been 'teaching him how to kiss' on a dare. Her crawling up the bed towards him had put him in a really fucked up place. Ever swallowed thickly and glanced back over feeling the woman sink down into the place next to him. The man had the urge to turn his body towards her but instead he steeled himself in place. His voice was husky, too husky. He hoped she didn't freak out and want to leave. He could handle this. They were partners. He could do this. "I can believe your dad is Satan." He mumbled absently, and then immediately regretted it. He let his chocolate stare drift down to watch the spider crawl against her teeth and then back up to her absent gaze, and forced a smirk that didn't meet his eyes. "You're dirty."

Rumour
"You're mumbling again" She said, lifting one arm behind her head and resting on her forearm, whilst her other hand came down and rested across her lower stomach, fingertips tapping lightly across her hipbone for a moment. The cast felt weird to her, abrasive on the skin that was heightened and more sensitive thanks to her blind eyes - the sense most people forgot about. It was not the first cast the girl had ever had to wear; two years ago she had been in a pot that had stretched from the top her thigh down to her ankle - now that had been murder getting around, but she'd rather have that one back than the one on her arm. She used that arm, required it for everyday chores. Hell, the only reason she had even gone to the hospital was because her dad had driven her the next morning, back to his normal self, ready with the excuse that she had fallen down the stairs. If it had been up to Rumour, she didn’t think she would have bothered. Staring up at the ceiling, Ever's words brought all that back, and she was glad for the chance to jump on his next utterance. "Oh, in ways you could only dream about." She smirked, rolling onto her side a little, she still rested her head on her arm as she 'looked at him'. "i'm pretty sure i have strawberry pulp in my hair. You too." 21:13

Ever
She turned towards him, and Ever's body did the same of its own accord. Screw it. He wasn't doing anything wrong. So what if he thought she was sexy? So what if watching porn with her turned him on a little. He was still certain this wouldn't change anything about their relationship, hell; he'd always thought she was sexy. Just...maybe not -as- much as after twisting his words the way she had just now, and looking at him like that. Did she even know she was looking at him like that? Was she -trying- to drive him crazy? No. Probably not. Rumour's feelings were as plain as the white tee shirt he wore. A little worn, a little stained in places, but soft despite being pulled taunt across someone else's chest. Which was where he wanted her right now. NO! NO HE DIDN'T! "Yeah, there is..." Ever reached up to run a hand through his hair and winced at a few places that stayed up thanks to the gooey red in it, and then laughed, moving his hand to her temple, where a chunk of red and green remained. "You could use my shower. I'm not the peeping Tom kinda’ stalker. I won’t peek."

[rumour]

Rumour
This time, she didn't even flinch when his hand was suddenly there all of a sudden, plucking some of the pulp from her hair- and that scared the poor girl so much her heart set up a rumba in her chest that left her feeling like she had run a marathon. This wasn't good. She shouldn't be this comfortable with him - should not be as accepting as she was with him in her personal space. Swallowing, Rumour blinked once and yawned a little, lifting her hand to stifle the noise and not blow stinky, strawberry breath into his face. Hey, she was evil, and she was sarcastic, and she took great pleasure from winding the poor man up - but she wasn't about to submit him to that. "Your shower? Firstly, i don't have any clothes here, so unless you wanted me strutting around naked, which would actually null and void my next point, under the shower head i would not hear you come in. You could peep all you liked and i'd be none the wiser. I think i'll wait till i get home."


Ever
He snaked his tongue across his bottom lip and wondered where his cigarette had gone off to. His fingers stayed in her hair for a moment longer than needed before pulling away and dropping the strawberry mush somewhere on the ground beneath the bed. Ever was wearing a side ways grin; sort of a sheepish one, but one just the same. The moment of discomfort had passed. "I could find you a clean one. Or you can just stay a dirty slut. I dun care." The side-ways smile grew into a much wider, cocky one. "Wouldn't want you to have to strut around naked." And then he pulled himself up, sitting with his legs over the bed again as he tugged the sticky white tee-shirt over this head and tossed it across the room. It landed in the trash bin-- not exactly where he was aiming but hell. "Score!" He whispered to himself, sounding all of six years old. He got up and the bed creaked, and he wandered back to the dresser where the bottles of beer were sat. Ever grabbed one and cracked it open, taking a long pull just to wet his mouth. The beer was warm and not really drinkable any more but at least his tongue wasn't sticking to the roof of his mouth now. He leaned against the dresser and reached for an old Polaroid he'd picked up at the thrift store cheap-- the button stuck sometimes but film for his newer camera was expensive. Not even thinking about it, he aimed the lens at Rumour, smirking at her crumpled, but content appearance. He snapped a pic, but the button didn't work. He snapped another and HUZZAH-- it worked. "If you're tired already I can walk you home. Don't want to bore you to death. I'd rather kill you with kindness. Slowly, so no one would ever suspect."

Rumour
"I already stole one of your shirts. You sure you want to lend me another one?" She asked, wondering what the hell had just landed in the bin. At least, she presumed it was the bin, she wasn't, and couldn't be a hundred percent sure. For all she knew he had a pile of plastic bags in the corner, and had just tossed a shoe at it. Except, it wasn't heavy enough to be a shoe "N'aaaw. i'll just shower when i'm home. i have this thing about shampoo anyway.". Once he got up, Rumour rolled once more onto her back, itching a spot on her chest absently before letting her arm fall once more across her stomach. "Now there’s an idea - walk me home. Wait, I heard that! Are you taking pictures of me again Ever Goodman? What have i told you about that?" She smirked, perching herself up on her elbows and giving him the evil eyes as best she could with her own, dull blue ones. She'd had one little kid tell her eyes were dead once, like a sharks. She'd gnashed her teeth at him.

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
He shrugged, lifting one arm across his chest to rub the other bicep, and waiting patiently for the Polaroid develop fully before pulling it out of the camera. "Its just a shirt. I've got plenty." His tone was nonchalant, but he actually liked her wearing that other shirt she'd let him borrow before. It looked way better on her than it did on him and it made the young man feel closer to her some how. Don't ask him why. She answered his inquiry about a walk home as if it were a good idea and he frowned, not really ready to be absent her company just yet. As far as he was concerned the night was still pretty early and he didn't have to work in the morning. He didn't have anything to get up early for. His scowl didn't stay for very long however, because when the picture was developed it made him snort lightly. He wished she could see it. Could see the both of them right now. They made quite a pair. "Hell yeah, I am." He answered her cockily, pushing off the dresser and kneeling down on the floor beside where she glared at him from the bed. The expression on her face was epic, and he put the camera to his face and took another snapshot. "I dont really care what you've told me Rumy. I bet I could get some nice cash for these. Maybe not from Playboy-- Hustler or Penthouse...maybe." He chewed his bottom lip and leaned in closer, pulling the Polaroid out and letting it flutter to the floor before snapping another. "Come on Rumour--pose sexy for me."

Rumour
"Well maybe i'll have to steal some as nightshirts or something, if you really don’t care... " She told him, letting loose of the glare when she heard the tell tale click of his camera once more. She really wasn't ever going to get him to put that damn thing down was she? "Hustler or penthouse?" She asked, pushing up and sitting cross legged on the bed, she got an idea that made her lips turn upwards in a small smile. If he wanted her to pose sexy, then he was going to get sexy, just to wind him up. Feeling particularly evil, and possibly under the aphrodisiac affects of the strawberry's, Rumour pushed herself to her knees and ran her hand down her side, tugging up the hem of her shirt and smiling at him, or at least where his voice was coming from. "This sexy enough?" She asked, her tone teasing even as she then proceeded to pull her shirt over her head and toss it to her left onto the bed, her smile widening as she then undid the top button of her shorts. He'd seen her in less clothing than this - she was just proving how evil she could be. "What about this?" she laughed, and stuck her tongue out at him.

Ever
Rumour knew him too well. She wasn't going to stop him; she wasn't even going to really try. The camera was an extension of him. The weight of it hanging around his neck was familiar; each snapshot a memory to replace one that he'd lost. And though the lens was slightly discoloured and cracked in the corner, it was exactly how he -saw- the world. "Or maybe for blackmail." Ever added as an after thought and knee walked closer to the bed, tilting it this way and that as she posed for him. When the shirt came up and over Ever just smiled and kept snapping. He had expected no less from his feisty friend. "Yeah, that’s sexy Rumour." His eyes widened and his voice was husky as her fingers found the button of her shorts. It was true he had seen her in less those few times they'd gotten a wild hair to swim in their skivvies, but still it didn't make it any less stimulating. "You really wanna’ do that?" He pulled himself from the floor to crouch on the bed again, lifting the camera. “You know I'll keep shooting."

[rumour]

Rumour
"Blackmail? what for?" She asked, striking random poses like she had seen the one time she had looked through a 'lads mag' in high school. Well, she and a girlfriend had wanted to see what all the hype was about - and there was no way that woman’s boobs had been natural. "Sexy? me? who'd have thunk it huh? and in a cast as well." She smirked. "i think you're minds clouded by all this alien plumber porn." Grinning as her thoughts turned from evil to downright naughty, Rumour pressed her left arm against her chest and reached behind her back with the right, undoing the clasp and using her other arm to keep the bra in place. "oh yeah, I most definitely wanna do this" she laughed and tossed the bra at him, her arm covering her modesty until she fell face forward onto the mattress, lying on her front with her legs bent at the knee and floating in the air. "Depending where that just landed, you can keep that to pull women. Hang it on a chair or something, make ‘em think you have girls here all the time" She said with a wink.


Ever
Of course she was sexy. Despite her armour of attitude and a mouth that could spit acid faster than a Komodo dragon, he'd recognized this the first time they met. It was something he'd been ignoring all along. She'd made it clear there would be nothing more than this -toleration--they shared. She didn't do relationship and a one night stand meant the end of the road with her. Rumour was the love them and leave them type. He wasn't gonna' fuck up whatever he had with her. But she was making it .so. hard... "Yeah, sexy as hell." He growled, too damned honest for his own good. The look on her face grew more wayward and Ever knew she was up to something. He had stopped taking pictures by now...it was too tempting to look at the ones he already had even though he knew he shouldn't. His dark eyes stayed locked in her milky blues when the bra went loose around her breasts. He caught it in a palm when it flew at him, and he sunk down onto the corner of the bed when she fell forward. “Yeah, all the women I bring in here." He murmured sheepishly, laughing a little. He twirled it on his index finger and then chewed his bottom lip, glancing down at the smooth plane of her pale back. There were several discoloured places. Fist marks. It made his brow knot with anger. Without thinking Ever reached out and let his fingers drift lightly over the bruise. "Does that one still hurt?"

Rumour
In all honesty, the bruises on her back were marks that Rumour had forgotten about - they were old, and fading, and there where others that demanded her more immediate attention. She lay with her head on her arms, turning to the side when he sat down next to her. "ummhmm. All the women. I'm telling you, drape that bra somewhere they can see it, and as long as you're getting the right sorta girls? They'll be all over you." Her skin shivered at the faint touch of his fingers, and Rumour shut her eyes, forcing herself not to pull away from his fingertips even though every one of her instincts told her too. Still, when the he passed over the one that bruised her ribs she flinched. "A little."

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
Ever felt Rumour tense at his touch but he did not relent. His fingers grazed the discolorations all the way up her back until he came to her neck; he brushed her hair aside and winced at the finger marks there, as well. His breath got all tight when she confessed there was still some discomfort and he sighed, letting his eyes fall back down her pale form, across her rear and up her super lean legs still dangling in the air. He wondered at how she could love and protect a man that would touch her like that when she would not open up to any one else. But what the hell did he know, anyway? Dad meant jack shit to him. He didn’t know what it was like to have a family. At least not one he could remember. Letting his eyes and his mind drift, the chocolate orbs landed on another pack of smokes and a blue Bic on the bedside table. He leaned over to grab it, played finger fuck with the POS lighter until it produced a flame, and drew deep on the coffin nail. "You want a smoke?" He asked hoarsely, grabbing the empty beer bottle from the surface too before sliding back down to lay on his side next to her. Once she took the cancer stick he light one for himself, feeling like this had to be the loudest quiet he'd ever heard. Shit. He wished the mood hadn't gone from playful to sober so damn fast.

Rumour
When his hands finally left her skin, Rumour opened her dull eyes, the transition from dark to bright barely noticeable to the young woman laid half naked on the bed. Eventually she'd grab her shirt and make him look away, but right then she didn’t care, she was quite comfortable laid on the bed, and even more so when he placed the cigarette between her lips. Damn, she never smoked this much at home, when she was on her own - he was a bad influence on her. Half tempted to roll on her back, instead she propped herself up on her crossed arms, covering her chest still with her good arm, and using her left to take hold of the cigarette, she inhaled deeply before letting it curl from her lips in a lazy wisp. "So, Why don't you have a girlfriend?" She asked, the question being one that had buzzed around her head for the last few days. He was fun enough, and she presumed good looking, and unless he had recently got rid of one, she didn’t quite understand why he didn’t.

Ever
The bottle was precariously propped on the bed between them. Ever took a long pull from his cigarette and blew it out the side of his mouth, the elbow holding up his dark hair sinking deeper into the comfy mattress. Was he a bad influence? Maybe. Was he a chain smoker? Yes. The taste of it, the rich smoke, it wrapped him in a haze and numbed him-- just a little. "I don't know." Ever shrugged and itched his nose with the two fingers holding the coffin nail. What was the truth really? That he wasn't all that easy with woman. He didn't know how to flirt. He didn't know who he was. There was really only one girl for him? Ever cleared his throat and took another long drag; thinking. "Maybe I’m not really as smooth as I act." That was the freakin' truth. "What about you? I've got an excuse. I could have had a girl two months before this..." He touched his temple with the butt of his smoke. "How come nobody's come in and... saved you from him?" His gaze fell, lingering on the slight swell of breast underneath her cast. His tongue snaked over his bottom lip.

[rumour]

Rumour
Now, that, that I can believe" She nodded, one side of her mouth tilting up into a lopsided smirk as she waved her own smoke around in her two fingers, flexing out her arm a little. "You might think you got it all going in.... wait. I lost my train of thought." But his question silenced her, and for a long moment she didn't answer, just placed the butt between her lips and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke sit in her lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a slow stream.
"People tried" She said after long enough time had passed for Ever her to think she wasn't going to answer. "This one guy, after i got out the hospital with this-" She motioned to her eyes with the fingers holding the white stick of death "-went to the cops. Dad got hauled in for questioning, the whole shebang. I never spoke to him again."

Ever
Ever tapped his ashes into the bottle, laughing a little at her 'belief' in his lack of charm. That was a shame. He's used some of his best lines on her jokingly. The smile kinda’ lingered on his face a minute but fell at her lost train of thought. It got quiet, real quiet, and he couldn't gage whether the question had pissed her off. Hot boxing his cig anxiously, Ever was relieved when she finally started speaking again. The relief turned to unbidden covetnessness when she mentioned 'the one' -- but he distracted himself from those thoughts by blowing 'o's with the smoke from his lips and letting his eyes once and a while stray to her smooth pale skin. "Poor guy." Ever replied honestly after her confession, hiding a flare of helplessness that spiked up in him. What if he fucking hurt her real bad? What then? Either help her and loose her or let her get killed. Hard fucking choices.

Rumour
"Yup. Never got to see all of this ever again." She smirked, reaching back to the small table next to the bed and grabbing the bottle she had been using as an ash tray earlier to tap the crumbling embers of her fag into it. Settling back, she let her legs fall down to the bed, crossing them at the ankles. "He got over it. Last i heard he'd married. Got a kid. Bill or sumthin’" Rumour said, reverting back to her way of course. Letting something slip then making a joke of it - damn he'd got her all worked out hadn't he? "Hey, pass me my shirt? A shirt? It's actually quite cold in here, and my nipples are making like sniffer dogs and pointing to the stash of drugs you’ve got in the corner."

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
Ever started a little when she sat up, catching his own 'butt bottle' with his hand just before it toppled over onto the crumpled bed sheets. He hadn't even thought to tell her it was there. Sometimes he just forgot. A lot of times actually. There were times she was looking right into his dark chocolate eyes and he could have sworn she could see him. Like -really- see him. She was unashamed about uncovering her body, and he was not ashamed to watch her. It seemed natural as the moonlight streaming in through the thin slit of exposed window. "Kids...ah...” He shuddered dramatically and smiled despite the topic that had just been obviously changed and quirked an eye at her request for a top. "What if I said no, huh? You can't have your shirt. I like you better this way. Besides I'd love to know where the drugs are..." He smirked sideways and took another drag, snickering quietly as he blew the smoke out.


Rumour
"I know right? Firstly, why would any woman want to do that to her body, and secondly, who’s selfish enough to have a kid anyway? I mean seriously?" She sat up, half expecting to have a shirt tossed at her and pretty much getting ready to pull it over her head when apparently, he decided she wasn't getting it. Arching a brow she turned towards him, her arm still crossed over her chest, and tried her best to glare at him. "If you don't get me a shirt, i'm banging on the wall and inviting the neighbours round for a gangbang. And then getting her to describe to me, in detail, all about Mr. mini Ever."


Ever
He wasn't really thinking about kids anymore when she sat up, uselessly covering her slight chest with her wrist and giving him what had to be the sorriest 'glare' he had ever seen. He sat up with her, laughing more audibly now and catching the beer bottle a second time before it spilled its ashy contents. "NO.' He laughed, inching up the bed so that he could put the empty beer on the table and drop his smoke in. It sizzled when it hit the warm backwash at the bottom. Her threat drew a louder laugh from him, and when she commented on the size of his endowments his hand went to the lump beneath his zipper. "Bring it on. I wouldn't mind getting laid. She sounds fucking hot." He absently palmed himself, silently measuring the bulge even though he was familiar with its size. "And she'd tell you it’s more like Mr. Big. You -wish- you could see this."

[rumour]

Rumour
"Oh, oh? You think I’m joking?! She asked, turning her head and following him up the bed she dropped the rest of her own cigarette into her bottle and felt only momentarily put out when it didn't sizzle. "That’s it. Now you're paying for it! With this she crawled up the bed and did just as she had threatened, banging on the wall with her curled up fist she yelled through the thin plaster. "Hey! You guys still awake? How do you feel about round two, but this time we double team?!" She called, smirking and turning her head to press her ear to the wall, waiting for an answer.


Ever
His eyes widened in brief surprise when she marched upwards, the threat taking life in her mischievous expression. He knew he should have expected it, but when she started banging- his mouth dropped wide open. "Wait!" Ever got up on his knees and faced her, invading her private space and putting a hand on the wall. "You really are a crazy bitch aren'tchoo?" He said, half laughing-- half serious. "I'll get you a shirt." And so he did. Climbing back off the bed and mumbling some thing incoherent, Ever snatched up a black tee-- this one a vintage 311 concert shirt. "This one I want back. I'll come to your house to get it if I have to." He smirked and held it out, covering her 'virtues' with it.

Rumour

Looking very much like the cat who got the cream, Rumour sat back from the headboard and waited for the tee-shirt, smirking more to herself than for any other reason. Apparently, the neighbours were either A) asleep, B) very much more into voyeurism than they were swinger parties, or c) simply didn't feel up to round two, but they didn't answer back to Rumour's offer through the wall. She was almost disappointed - a foursome was never something she had participated in before and who knows; it might have been fun. Taking his shirt, she stuck her tongue out at him before pulling it over her head, the shirt, like the last, far too big for her frame. "Of course I’m crazy. i did tell you this when we first met remember? Escaped mental patient, that’s me." She said, attempting to knot the shirt at her side she failed miserably, instead scrunching it at the bottom, she pulled it through the neck. Well, at least now it felt like it fit a little better, even if she had no way of actually telling. "There. All warm again. No more sniffer dog nipples. And as for coming to my house? If the cars there, don't bother."

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
The couple next door didn't answer. Ever wasn't really all that surprised but honestly the thought of getting laid had him momentarily hopeful. Not that it REALLY would have happened. He was quite sure Rumour would have found some reason to take charge with the man and the woman; sending him outside to wait it out. Still, a man could dream couldn't he? A smirk tugged up the corner of his lip when she brought up the first time they had met; a day he remembered quite well. "Yeah, how could I forget? Worst day of my freakin' life. That I can remember, of course." He was teasing, obviously. Meeting Rumour had actually been really -good- for the young man. She knew him. If he died now, at least there would be -one- person that could identify the body. When Rumour pulled his tee-shirt over her head Ever sighed wistfully. The sigh turned into a wince when she pulled it up and through the neck, and he wondered if it would be all stretched out and funky when he got it back. Not that he likely -would- get it back. Again, Ever really didn't care. Like the previous shirts she had borrowed (stolen) from him it looked way better on her than him. Settling back down Ever grabbed the remote and absently clicked through the channels. The free porn was over and now most of what was playing was horror movies or infomercials. "Damn, I think we just made a break through." He teased, turning his head to look at her. "First I'm a stalker and now you're inviting me to your house for dinner. You -do- love me."


Rumour
"Who said anything about dinner?" She asked, sitting back next to him in a position that more laid down than sat up, propped instead by the pillow behind her shoulders. She was brushing his skin with hers again, and it was only then that she realised he had no shirt on. So that was what hit the bin earlier - not a trainer or some other random object. His shirt. She grinned, glad she had gotten him enough with the strawberries she had made him strip. Muahaha. Crossing her arms over her bare stomach, Rumour shut her eyes and scoffed, listening to the click of the tv, the random bursts of noise as he flicked through the channels. She didn't really care what he settled on, more happy to just relax until she had to go home. "Love. yeah. I love you the same way i love this freakin' cast. Now, wake me up at half one if i fall asleep - then i have time to get back." Hell, she'd been awake since five am, give the girl a break. Getting comfortable, she leant her head against his arm a little, a small sign that maybe she was willing to trust him just a tiny bit - but nothing to the fact she was willing to sleep with him in the room.


Ever
Of course she hadn't said anything about dinner. Hadn't even implied it. Still, it had been the first time any mention of going to -her- house had been accepted, so he'd gone with it. Ever was all lying back against his stiff cotton covered pillow and trying to ignore that Rumour was lying so close; a fact that almost made him nervous. Either she was getting comfortable with him or she was going to sneak attack. Either one suited him just fine. Her retort about adoring him in the same way as her cast drew a quiet snort from Ever, and he nodded absently at her request for a wake up 'call', wishing that he could let her sleep the night there. But that was out of the question. Last time she had spent the night out (with Mr. Better Offer as a matter of fact) she had ended up with the broken arm and more bruises than he could count. Just the reverie tensed his muscles and unbidden he reached his hand over to lie carelessly on her thigh. It wasn't a 'move' by any stretch, just a way to tell her without really 'telling her' that he was there. "It’s too bad you can't stay." Ever said quietly after a few moments of watching some bad horror flick. He didn't know if Rumour was asleep but really, he'd just been talking out loud anyway.

[rumour]

Rumour
She wasn't asleep, so much as she was in that weird place between the two. She could still hear the Tv in the background and was half aware of where she was, but at the same time she could see that damn fox that always ran around in her dreams, showing up sporadically, and often inappropriately. Last time had been a strange sex dream with a man who was part wolf - now that had been freakin' weird. But still, she was awake enough to hear what he said, and beside him Rumour opened one of her eyes, as if for once this might happen and she would be able to see him or something. But she knew that was stupid, a silly notion that she dismissed every time she opened her eyes. Spontaneous recovery; as if someone like her would ever be lucky enough for something like that to happen? Still, a small smile played about her lips for a second as she shut her eye. eh, if she was fully awake she might have said something scathing in return, but her dulled brain was having trouble pulling anything from the smog of her brain - and that damn fox was running around again anyway. One of these days she as gonna dream up a gun and shoot the bloody thing... and thus Rumour fell asleep.

Ever
If it hadn't been for thoughts of making Rumour late and causing her more misery, Ever probably would have fallen asleep as well. Well, that and the sound of random screaming and the buzz of a blood covered chainsaw on the TV screen. As it was just laying there with his eyes closed and leaning against the warm body smelling of strawberries and something more exotic was putting him in a mental state of calm, but the fact that it was Rumour actually showing her trust towards him had the man pretty damned high. Ever yawned and smacked his lips, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes, while the other remained fixed on the soft place on her leg. It just felt good. And right. Too damn good. He fell asleep. The loud sound of shrieking from the television stirred Ever awake and for a moment he didn't even realized he'd fallen asleep. It wasn't until the sound of a different sort of power tool echoed in the movie did he realize it wasn't the same one as before. Starting completely awake Ever sat upright, glancing with panic at the clock which read 1:47 and immediately shaking Rumour who was laid across his chest and clutching the covers. "Hey! Wake up! Wake up NOW!! "


Rumour
The damn fox was teasing her. It was actually running around and teasing her, she just knew it - and if that wasn't bad enough she was gonna KILL that boy! Waking with a start she rolled to sit up, and succeeded only in falling out of the bed, taking the rough covers with her as she tumbled to the floor. Her blind eyes cast around in the darkness as she tried to remember where she was, why she could smell strawberries and stale beer, and who the hell she had just fallen off, given that she could still feel an impression of what she hoped was a nipple on the side of her cheek. Hell, if it was some chicks, bonus. It hit her of course, much in the same way a truck hits a tree. Hard. "What? What the hell? What time is it?" She demanded, getting to her feet and re-fastening the shorts that were threatening to fall down her ankles. "Never, EVER, wake a woman like that. I mean it. I will eat you."