The Morning After The Night Before

From Changeling Venue

Prince charming!
Prince charming!
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of!
Dont you ever, dont you ever!
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome!

Jack's hand slammed on top of his mobile phone and, fumbling, turned off the alarm. He blinked at it with bleary eyes until it made some vague sort of sense. "8am. Wonderful" he said quietly and put it back down on the bedside table.

He was laying on his back, a girl laying on his chest curled up with a thumb in her mouth while she slept. He tried to remember her name again while he watched the ceiling, curling a lock of her short brown hair between his fingers. Holly, that was it. Was she the one who had been kidnapped and beaten by Cyrano's men? she certainly looked no worse for wear other then obviously tired. She was one of the fairest like him - not only that but her supernatural grace marked her as a dancer like him. While literal dancing wasnt exactly Jack's forté he had given her a good run for her money at least. She stirred and he put his hand on top of her head and made soothing noises until she fell back asleep.

He remembered the bike journey back to the Motel. Holly had been clinging to his back with her face pressed tightly against his leathers, her hands wrapped around his front. It was hero worship, pure and simple. In his mind, he was sure that before they had even met she was telling herself that she would have him by the end of the night. That was fine however... he was very much sure of the same. She was pretty enough, though it hadn't felt like that much of a conquest. Certainly nothing to brag about, despite how limber she was. He ran his free hand through his hair and tilted his head slightly away from her to eye the window and the small cracks of sunlight that broke through. He was hungry.

There was just no challenge, he reminded himself once again and sighed. No, that wasnt true, was it? The challenge HAD been there, but word of his past deeds had reached her before he did. That inflated his slightly wounded pride a little and he went back to idly playing with her hair, barely moving so that she wouldn't wake. He fell asleep again for a little while, before the sound of Holly's voice woke him up again. "Jack?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Good" Holly curled up a little tighter on his chest in a kind of pseudo-hug and he resumed playing with her hair again. "Jack?"

"Mmm?"

"Oh... it's nothing" she answered, making him roll his eyes. she still wasnt looking at him so he allowed himself a slightly annoyed frown before he stroked her hair. Holly turned her head to look at him, long black hair falling about her shoulders, eyes as black as pitch and a perfect smile. "You'll never be more then a scoundrel, Jack. A good for nothing rogue"

Jack awoke again suddenly. It had just been a nightmare... horribly brief but a nightmare none the less. Holly was sucking her thumb again, looking up at him. Her hair was short and brown and her eyes were a deep green. It hadn't been her face he had seen in the nightmare. "Whats wrong, Jack? You look like you've seen a ghost"

"I've seen many ghosts in the past, Holly. some fair and some foul. But the only thing i see right now is a vision of loveliness" he stroked her chin with his thumb a little and she closed her eyes again happily.

Jack sighed quietly. It was going to be one of 'those' mornings.