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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[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.

[onceaviking]

He turns to face her, giving her a small smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Almost."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She nods in understanding.

It seems as if Milliways can give people a break now and then if they need it.

Sitting up, she slides off the bed and picks up her dress and shoes, heading for the bathroom.

"I'm going to get ready. I won't be long."

(That's what they all say.)

[onceaviking]

"If you use up all the hot water, I will be most displeased, Pam," he calls after her.

(It likely can't be. And he wouldn't be anyway. But he still has to say it.)

[lazy_but_loyal]

The door closes before he finishes his sentence.

An hour and a half passes by, which in Lady Time translates to about forty-five minutes, and three hours in Man Time.

Pam emerges from the bathroom looking almost exactly the same as when she stepped into Milliways several nights ago -- super-high heels, tight little vinyl mini-dress, perfect hair and makeup.

How she accomplished this will remain a secret.

[onceaviking]

He looks up from the laptop.
He too looks like he did when he stepped into Milliways. It is less of a feat in his case.

He doesn't comment on the time, because only fools engage in pointless arguments. Especially, if they cannot in them.

Instead, he says, "I like your hair." Because he does. And because he knows that he isn't always easy.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Thank you."

She smiles at him pleasantly before setting down the folded-up tracksuit and makeup bag on one of the chairs by the low table. She then crosses over to where Eric is sitting at the desk.

"Do me?"

Flipping her hair to the side, she turns around.

Her dress is unzipped.

[onceaviking]

He gets up and slowly slides up the zipper. Then he drops a kiss on her cold skin, right where her shoulder and her neck meet.

"There," he says."All set."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Thank you again," she says, smiling at the kiss.

After tucking her clothes and bag under one arm, she turns to him with a hand on her hip.

"Got anything I should take care of back home? Granted, they might not actually get done, but at least I'll know what needs to be done."

Hey, she's honest.

[onceaviking]

"We need a quote from the ad agency," he replies, sitting back down.
"And my car needs an oil change."

The latter, especially, being done would surprise him.

"And you should probably talk with that dancer - ah, I see what you are doing."
Narrowing his eyes a little at her.