Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Wyatt’s Quarters- Post Party

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Wyatt’s Quarters- Post Party

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Faye slept awhile longer, though she stirred and rolled towards the centre of the bed a little while after he left, her arm stretched out. Whether she was subconsciously looking for something or just ready to wake up, she dozed a few minutes before she started to properly come to. Eyes blinking open, she frowned. Something was off.

And then she remembered.

In the showroom, Luke surveyed his body, luckily there seemed to be no glass embedded anywhere but a whole heap of scratches, bruises and… a bite mark? He couldn’t be sure but what he was sure about was that his body was showing signs of aches and pain. He finished by brushing his teeth when he went to see if Faye had woken yet, with all her training he supposed she’d be either about to wake or already up.

Pushing herself to a sitting position, Faye smirked as she ran a hand over her rather dishevelled hair. He was gone though. But then again, she might be off duty but that didn’t mean he was. Pulling the blanket over her shoulders, she slipped out of bed and padded out of the bedroom, wrapping the blanket around her for warmth. Surveying the scene, she might have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. It wasn’t like she had done all this on her own after all. She stooped to pick up her leggings, her eyes searching for the rest of her clothes and for the moment said nothing, though there was a light expression on her face.

~Faye Calloway

“Morning,” Luke said coming out of the showroom and looked at Faye draped in his duvet it made him chuckle especially when the background to that image was of his partly destroyed living space. “I’m not cleaning this up all by myself you know” With the heat from last night having worn off and now well and truly in the ‘morning after’ phase Luke wondered where that left them. “Sleep well?” he asked finally, still standing rather exposed.

• luke Wyatt

“Never dream of leaving a mess,” she said lightly, her eyes tracing his form rather unabashedly before she gathered the rest of her clothes into a pile and set them at the door to the bathroom for her own shower. Stepping over to the Tapestry he keen eyes took a moment to straighten it. “And yes, I slept well. You?” It had been sound sleep, something she wasn’t sure she’d get last night or not. Certainly she hadn’t expected it when they had been on The Hill and her anger burned bright as a Type-A star.

~Faye Calloway