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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 9, 2008 12:09:07 GMT -5
Scaramouche groaned as she blinked her eyes open. It was morning, oh how she hated mornings! Her head was killing her, the room was spinning, her tongue felt leaden and she felt like she was going to throw up. She was hung-over, bad. She knew that she shouldn't have drank so much last night.
The purple haired Bohemian cursed under her breath and rolled over in the messy bed, hoping to just rap her arms around Galileo and fall back to sleep.
Her stomach had different ideas.
She shot up out of bed and ran towards the bathroom, her hand clamped over her mouth. She threw herself down infront of the toilet and her stomach heaved. She threw up into the toilet, mentally cursing Jackson Five for challanging her to a shot drinking contest.
Once she was finnished, she moaned and stood up. She stumbled over to the sink and rinced her mouth out with a glass of water. Scara left the bathroom and walked back over to her's and Galileo's bed. She could make out his slumbering form in the dim light of the room. If she was awake now, then he should be up as well.
" Oi! Sleeping Beauty!" she shouted, picking up her scuffed, red cowboy boot off the floor and throwing it at his back. " Get your lazy arse outta' bed!"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 12, 2008 18:50:52 GMT -5
Galileo snuggled deeper under the covers, burying his head onto his pillow. He let out a soft snore as he rolled over onto his side, wrapping the covers around himself. He was a fairly good sleeper normally, but on the odd occassion he was known to have sleepless nights when he would toss and turn and, as a result, end up on the bedroom floor having been kicked out unceremoniously by Scaramouche. That only occurred when he was having strong dreams; a glimse of hope and unity?
Galileo smiled in his sleep, feeling the warmth from Scaramouche's body nearby. He shifted closer to her, his body craving to be close to hers, even in sleep. She would never admit it to anyone, but the tough-girl exterior she presented to the world was just that: a facade. And he loved that he could see the real Scaramouche. The Scaramouche that only a select few could be privy to.
He felt the bed shake slightly and the warmth disappear from his side, awakening him from his cozy slumber.
"Wazzama'rer" Galileo moaned groggily, his eyes still closed. The sound of someone wretching filled the air and the stench reached his nose, preventing him from returning back to the land of sleep. He moaned quietly, lifting the pillow out from under his head and using it to cover his face in a useless attempt to block out the world and dull the sound of someones guts being spilled. He felt his own stomach churning, the bile building up at the back of his throat.
Silence filled the bedroom for a brief moment before the sound of gushing water and loud gurgling replaced it. He vaguely heard the sound of shuffling feet as she returned to the bedroom.
"Oi! Sleeping Beauty! Get your lazy arse outta' bed!"
The red boot collided with Galileo's bare back, a dull thud resounding through the room. He sat bolt upright in the bed, his hand automatically reaching towards the painful area of his back, envisioning the the red mark that would be forming in the shape of a boot at that precise moment.
"Ow! Scaramouche!" he exclaimed, looking at her with a pained look upon his face. "What was that for?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 13, 2008 10:28:09 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out an annoyed sigh and closed her eyes. She reached up and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. Her head was still throbbing and the room was spinning slightly. Hungover as she was, the bad-assed babe was in no mood to put up with Galileo's whining.
" I had to find some way to shut up your loud snoring!" she grumbled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. The room went into a dizzying spiral and she gripped Galileo's leg for support, squinting her eyes tightly.
" You probably could have woken up the entire Heartbreak Hotel, with all the racket you make at night!" she snorted,laying back slowly on the bed and turning to Galileo. She was nose to nose with him. She stroked his bare chest with her hands for a moment, then brought them back up to her temples when her headache flared again.Letting out a moan, she was really beginning to hate Jackson Five and that shot drinking contest she could hardly remember.
" Did I win it?" she asked out loud, partially to herself.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 20, 2008 10:26:05 GMT -5
"I had to find some way to shut up your loud snoring!"
"I don't snore!" he protested, snorting indignantly while Scaramouche made her way shakily to sit on the edge of the bed. He felt her hand grip his leg tightly. He winced at the vice-like grip, reaching out his own hand and tried to pry his leg free. Once he managed to free his leg he turned and lay down near Scaramouche, stetching his aching muscles. He closed his eyes briefly, snapping them open when Scaramouche continued her verbal rant.
"You probably could have woken up the entire Heartbreak Hotel, with all the racket you make at night!"
"Wha... Wha... What?" he stuttered, wondering what she was on about. "I don't know what you're talking about," he continued, fighting the blush that threatened to break over his cheeks. He rolled over, encountering Scaramouche's face only inches from his own. He felt her hand stroking his bare torso, leaving scorching trails of fire upon his skin. He closed his eyes, contented with her exporation of his chest. He frowned when the warmth of her hand disappeared.
"Scaramouche?" he asked, concern etched into his facial features as she moaned. "What's the matter?" he traced the exposed skin of her arm with his hand, gently tracing circular motions upon her arm.
"Did I win it?" her faint voice broke through his concern.
"Win what?" he questioned suspiciously, stopping his actions whilst he looked at her. He removed her hand from her temple and peppers soft kisses there, his lips gentle and slightly rouch against her smooth, pale skin.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 20, 2008 15:17:13 GMT -5
Scaramouche closed her eyes and let out a small moan when she felt Galileo's fingertips tracing her bare forearm. She buried her face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent and even kissed him lightly.
"What's the matter?"
She pulled away from him and let out a small laugh, running a hand through her messy purple locks.
" Oh you know, a tad bit hungover." she stated in a hollow voice, shrugging her shoulders.
"Win what?"
" Just a stupid shot drinking contest I had last night with Jackson Five." she murmured, closing her eyes once more and shivering slightly when she felt his warm lips brushing against her temple and it felt like her headache was gone instantly. Smiling slightly, she leaned forward and kissed him along his jawline.
" But you know what?" she purred as she lead a trail of kisses down his neck and along his collarbone. " Now, it doesn't really matter."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 20, 2008 15:56:56 GMT -5
Galileo allowed her to pull away from him slightly, but he refused to sever contact completely with her. He opted to keep his arm drapped over her stomach, allowing his fingers to glide teasingly up and down her side as she spoke.
"Oh you know, a tad bit hungover."
Galileo looked at her, his dark eyes taking in her slightly dishevelled appearance. Her messy purple locks were slightly knotted and fanned around her head and she did look slightly more paler than normal. He allowed his hand to travel up her side, up over her shoulder and brought it around to stroke the back of her neck, his thumb gracing her cheek softly. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. He hugged her close, making soothing, circular motions on her back.
He felt her shiver as she answer his question. "A shots-drinking contest?" he repeated, drawing back slightly to look at her. "I thought you hated shots." He frowned slightly, looking at her. He watched as she gave a small smile and leaned closer, pressing light kissed on his jawline.
"But you know what?" he heard her murmer quietly as she punctuated each word with a kiss. "Now, it doesn't really matter." He bit back the groan as her trail of kisses continued down the column of his neck and along his collarbone.
"Wha... What are y-you doing?" he stammered, the pace of his heart suddenly picking up speed.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 20, 2008 21:08:40 GMT -5
"I thought you hated shots."
Scaramouche paused from her kissing and glanced up at Galileo. She raised an eyebrow and grinned wryly.
" I thought it would be something fun!" she stated simply, before returning to kissing along his collar bone and even following the trail of her kisses with her tongue.
"Wha... What are y-you doing?"
She paused once more and glared slightly up at him, her fingernails digging into his bare chest ever so lightly.
" Honestly Gazza! You can't say you're not enjoying this even a little?" she asked, blinking up at him with her large, dark green eyes. Her lips formed into the slightest pout.
She knew the way she was acting was probably completely out of character for her, and it was only six in the morning, but frankly, she didn't really care and she felt kind of adventurous.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 22, 2008 10:20:12 GMT -5
Galileo felt Scaramouche halt her ministrations and pull back, grinning at him from under her purple bangs.
"I thought it would be something fun!"
The simple statement sent errant thoughts running through Galileo's visual mind. There were a lot of things that the Bohemian's considered fun. Like trying to drink one another under the table as well as spin the bottle and various forms of strip poker. He remembered walking into one of the rooms once and found a few of the more adventurous bohemians in compromising positions. He had wisely said nothing, knowing that he and Scaramouche had been caught red-handed on a number of occassions.
The feeling of her lips on his neck jolted him back to the present, reminding him of their current situation. Her answer to his previous questions came accompanied with a glare and the light grazing of her fingernails on his bare chest.
"Honestly Gazza! You can't say you're not enjoying this even a little?"
"I-it's not that!" he protested quickly, gripping her upper arms tightly with his hands, preventing her from trying to escape should the thought arise. "It's just... it being 6am... a-a-and what if someone were to walk in and catch us?"
It was another pathetic excuse again. They had been caught numerous times in the 'act'. The most recent run interruption had been with a young bohemian who, although not new to the bohemian norms and values, had not expected to find them in such a compramising position. He felt a little simpathy for the girl, until Scaramouche had bluntly pointed out that she should have knocked first.
He looked at Scaramouche, her hair still wild and definately living up to the name Scary Bush. He smiled ruefully.
"Although..." he began, trailing off as his over-active imagination took over. "It would be fun..."
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 22, 2008 14:01:03 GMT -5
Scaramouche winced slightly and glanced down at Galileo's hands, which her gripping her upper arms very tightly. She raised an eyebrow and pried her one arm free from his death grip then used her hand to pull his off of her other one.
"I-it's not that!" he was busy protesting and she blinked at his studder. She thought he had lost that long time ago.
"It's just... it being 6am... a-a-and what if someone were to walk in and catch us?"
Scaramouche shook her head and gave him a blunt stare. " As if that wouldn't be the first time!" she scoffed. " You're making stupid excuses. What are you scared?" she asked in a husky voice and leaned forwards to place of soft kiss on his forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose, the finally his lips.
"It would be fun..." she heard him mumble and she spotted a smile forming on his face.
Grinning, Scaramouche placed another kiss on his lips. " That's my Shagileo." she crooned affectionately, running one hand through his dark hair, and stroking his cheek with her other one.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 23, 2008 12:59:53 GMT -5
Galileo looked down to where his hands were gripping Scaramouche's upper arms. He watched as she prised her arms free of his grip, her eyes then switching to his as a slight stutter broke through his words. He watched her blink a few times before her retort broke through his protest.
"As if that wouldn't be the first time!" She was more than right he realised. He felt the shudder crash through his body at the memories. Some people never seemed to get any privacy in the Heartbreak. And being the Dreamer didn't help much either...
"You're making stupid excuses." Touche he thought dryly. Scaramouche had hit the nail on the head. "What are you scared?"
"No. I'm not scared," Galileo protested, shaking his head from side to side. "I'm just sick and tired of people interrupting all the time."
Her lips began a trail from his forehead and down to his cheeks, taking a slight detour to his nose, which had its own shower of soft kisses, and down to his lips. He captured hers in a hungry embrace, taking and giving by turn while his fingers walked up her sides and down her back, pulling her gently to him. He felt her pull back slightly, whispering her affectionate nickname huskily.
"That's my Shagileo."
He grinned lazily up at her whilst her fingers knotted in his dark hair and she caressed his cheek with her other hand.
"Shagileo Gigolo..." he said softly, sticking his tongue in his cheek. "You really think so?" he questioned, repeating the question he had asked one before at the wrecked van when they had escaped the clutched of Globalsoft once again.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 26, 2008 9:55:05 GMT -5
Scaramouche blinked in confusion when she felt Galileo shudder slightly. What is up with him? she thought, all of her self conscious feelings that she had long since buried crawling their way back to the surface. Sure, she wasn't looking her greatest this morning, but was she looking so terrible that he was disgusted with her? She reached up and tried to fix some of her wild, tangled purple hair, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"No. I'm not scared," she faintly heard him protest. "I'm just sick and tired of people interrupting all the time."
So that's what it's about, she thought, letting out a sigh and resting her head on his chest. It was very annoying getting interrupted all the time by drunk Bohemians, not remembering which room was theirs, or even by sober ones just wanting to talk, or annoy.
" I know baby." she sighed, listening to the beating of his heart, it was slightly accelerated due to the situation they where in. " It makes me wish we could just get a lock on the door sometimes." she observed wryly.
She smiled against his lips when he was kissing her back hungrily, his hands running up and down her back and sides,pulling her even closer against him. If that was even possible.
"Shagileo Gigolo..." he asked her when they paused quickly for air "You really think so?"
She smiled seductively down at him before leaning forward to whisper into his ear.
" Oh yes." she breathed, using her fingertips to massage his chest lightly.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 26, 2008 16:21:44 GMT -5
"I know baby. It makes me wish we could just get a lock on the door sometimes."
"Maybe that's something we should invest in," Galileo answered mildly, running his fingers through her wild hair abscentmindedly. A lock on the door looked to be a good idea. At least that way they would be garanteed some privacy. Until some other bohemian managed to break the door down, reguardless of the lock. It would be just their luck.
Galileo groaned as Scaramouche pulled back slightly, gulping for air. His heart beat wildly at the sight of her seductive smile. She had a fantastic one, especially when it was proper, genuine one. And more importantly one that was directed at him. He licked his dry lower lip as she breathed out her reply. It was low and quiet and he nearly missed it.
"Oh yes."
Her fingers worked magic on his bare torso, setting his skin alight.
"Careful" he warned as he closed his eyes as her ministrations lulled him into a calming state of mind. "We wouldn't to get too... frisky..." he opened one eye lazily and gave her a lopsided grin, waiting for her witty remark.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 27, 2008 19:06:29 GMT -5
"Maybe that's something we should invest in."
" Mmmmn." Scaramouche mumbled in agreement, closing her eyes as she felt Galileo's fingers run through her hair, tangling slightly in the knots but neither of them really cared. She bent her head to nuzzle his neck and placed a kiss in the hollow of his throat.
"Careful. We wouldn't to get too... frisky..."
Pausing, she glanced up at his grinning face and narrowed her eyes playfully.
" Says you!" she snorted, blowing her scruffy fringe out of her eyes before kissing him on the lips, using much more passion. She let her tongue flick out to trace the contour of his lips, her fingers still at work on his chest. Then she let her lips migrate along his neck and collar bone. She came to a halt at his shoulder and actually decided to bite him then kiss the mark her teeth left behind.
Once she paused for a moment and pulled back, the bad-arsed babe smirked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, was that too frisky for you?"
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