OOm - Eric's room, late night

[onceaviking]

After having finished his little intermezzo with Jay Eric returns to his room.

He pushes the door open and locks it behind him, once he is inside. Old habits and all.
He strips off his wife beater and toes off his boots right inside the door. He could do with a shower.

His laptop is on.
"What are you looking at?" he asks Pam, as his jeans go the way of boots and wife beater.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

She chuckles warmly at that, smiling in the darkness, her eyes closed.

"Leave it to you to associate happy memories with the smell of barnyard animals."

She feels the mattress dip a little and hears Eric shift his position. After a moment, she opens her eyes and turns her head toward him.

"What?"

[onceaviking]

"Nothing," he says with a small smile. "I am just looking at you."

There's a lengthy pause. Then he says, "I like the lipstick."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Well.

That just makes her smile right back.

Her eyes flick up and down his body.

"I like the nothing."

[onceaviking]

"Thank you," he says "I picked it especially for tonight. I considered Chanel No 5, but it never washes out of the sheets."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She laughs.

He can be ridiculously charming sometimes.

"It's just as well. You've been putting this bed to good use, haven't you?"

She's noticed the scent clinging to the sheets.

[onceaviking]

"I have," he says, sounding pleased with himself.
"That thing I told you, about people switching gender? Had one of them right here. That German, I told you about. Turned out he turned into the sweetest little, virginal flapper. Sweetest, little, virginal, eager flapper."

The pleased smile turns even more pleased.

"I showed him a couple of the good spots as it were."

Community College in the Seventies had been ever so enlightening. And not just when it came to transitory verbs or Maslow for that matter. One of the girls had been very keen on the Betty Dodson Orgasm Workshop she'd been to. It had been most educational.


{ooc: bedtime for me}

[lazy_but_loyal]

Her eyes grow wide.

She doesn't say anything for a few moments, as she seems to be processing the possibility of someone changing genders (can shapeshifters even do that?), and Eric having sex with them. Finally she replies,

"I have two things to say to that. One: the next time that happens, you better come find me, and two: you better share."

[onceaviking]

"I might do that," he says slowly. Teasingly.
"But what would be in it for me?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

She heaves a dramatic sigh.

"You're right."

A beat.

"You'd better just hand her over."

[onceaviking]

He snorts and turns back onto his back.

"We could tell her to bring a friend?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Hmm. Maybe."

There's a smile in her voice as she closes her eyes and thinks back, way back to those early years and how things used to be. How they used to be, together.

But times change; people change; the world changes around you. And there are just some things you can't go back to.

She's quiet for a long while before she murmurs,

"Thank you for dinner, by the way."

[onceaviking]

"Always," he replies, softly.

Dawn is pressing close. He can feel it in his bones, in his muscles. Everything growing heavy.
"Even if you don't plan on coming here, you likely will. The door seems to have a mind of its own. We should look into getting you hooked up with someone willing and able."

Enthusiastic, but not overly so. Healthy. Preferably attractive.

"Do you think Amanda would be game?"
He is sounding as if he is on the verge of sleep.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She utters a drowsy chuckle.

"She might be game for sex but I'm not sure about the other thing yet. We'll get to it when we get to it..."

Her voice trails off as everything becomes heavier, slower, darker, colder.

But though her limbs grow leaden, she still manages to slide one arm across the sheets. Her fingers find Eric's hand, and they loosely wrap around it.

[onceaviking]

His fingers tighten around hers.

Dawn breaks.
Everything turns dark.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Dusk falls.

And like clockwork, Pam begins to stir.

The first thing she feels is her hand still joined with Eric's.

As much as she enjoys sleeping alone in her pink designer coffin, it's nice waking up next to such a reassuring presence.

[onceaviking]

He is still asleep.
Still. Cold. Silent.

He obviously feels safe here. Seeing in like this.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Eyes closed, she remains absolutely still as her body awakens, and as Eric remains asleep. She's in no hurry to go anywhere.

Not yet, anyway. She understands that time stops on the other side of the door, but she'll need to get back home soon. There's only so much of this place she can take in one go.

And she definitely won't tell Ginger about Milliways. God, no.

[onceaviking]

The first sign that he is about to wake is that he squeezes her fingers a little. And strokes the back of her hand with his thumb.

Then he stretches.
One of the many reasons he prefers beds to coffins when he has a choice.

Then he strokes himself. Just once.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She gently squeezes back, holding on until he's fully awake.

Opening her eyes, she then turns her head. And she smirks, mostly to herself. She'd always liked the view from her side of the bed.


"Hello."

[onceaviking]

"Hello," he replies, turning over on his side.
Large and pale and naked.

"Slept well?"

It's not as pointless as it might seem. Vampires can dream in their sleep.

[lazy_but_loyal]

This time she shifts onto her side as well to face him.

"Uh-huh. You? And by the way, if I get a room here, I'm going to need a bed just like this one, and then maybe I can entertain my own flapper chicks."

[onceaviking]

"I slept well," he says.
He hadn't expected to, but there it was.

"And you should get a room. It makes it so much easier when it comes to food. And sex for that matter."

He stretches again and then he gets out of bed.

"Are you going back tonight?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

All relevant and useful advice.

She lays there for a moment, watching him, before propping her head up on her hand, looking like a pink tracksuited Barbie in a vampire dream bed.

"Yeah, I should. I know time stops but just the thought of Ginger on her own makes me nervous. Are you going back to Dallas?"

[onceaviking]

He chuckles.

"Yeah, I can understand that."

He walks across the room and picks up his clothes, saying, "I'll likely stay a night or two here, but it won't matter on the other side. I'll be home soon."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She purses her lips, growing quiet.

"Not ready to go back yet?" she ventures softly.