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inglouriously) wrote2009-10-28 10:46 pm
inglouriously) wrote2009-10-28 10:46 pm
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Chanella and Scott fluff. Set a few months into the future. I was bored.
Chanella sat bolt upright in bed, her skin shining with sweat in the moonlight streaming in from the window next to her bed. Her hair was matted with sweat, and she was actually cold, considering she wore nothing. She had drifted off hours ago in Scott's arms; he always made fun of her for being so sleepy after they had sex, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know if she'd had one too many martinis last night, but now it was three thirty and she'd just woken up from the most awful nightmare. She had dreamt that Scott had moved in with Jordi—the guy she had cheated on Scott with. She realized she was holding her breath, and she let it out slowly, the air making a hissing sound as it escaped from her parched lips. There was nothing to worry about. That was all in the past, and as for the dream, it was ridiculous.
Scott stirred, his eyes crinkling for a moment before they opened. He lifted his head up, seeing Chanella sitting up, looking shaken. His eyes skipped over her bare breasts for once, too concerned about his girlfriend to be able to fully appreciate her at the moment. He lifted up one of his large hands and laid it on her arm.
"What's wrong, 'Ella?" He asked groggily, concern evident in his voice. It wasn't like Chanella to wake up in the middle of the night; she usually slept extremely soundly.
Chanella inhaled and exhaled slowly, shaking her head and giving a weak chuckle. She slid back down so she was lying on her side, facing her boyfriend. She couldn't help but smile at the concern on his face; the anxious look in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. "I'm fine," she said, a little shakily. "Just had a bad dream."
Scott frowned, but then his brow cleared, and he rested one hand on the side of her face, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her eyes closed for a second, then opened again. She looked tired, he noted. He should really let her sleep more. "It's all over, 'Ella. It was just a dream."
She half-yawned, half-sighed. "Thank you." She snuggled closer under the sheet, her head curling under his chin to plant a soft kiss on his collarbone, then moving up so that their noses were touching. She moved her head slightly from side to side, so her nose rubbed against Scott's. "I love you," she whispered.
Scott wrapped his arms around Chanella, noticing her skin was very cool. He pulled her tighter. "I love you too."
Chanella sat bolt upright in bed, her skin shining with sweat in the moonlight streaming in from the window next to her bed. Her hair was matted with sweat, and she was actually cold, considering she wore nothing. She had drifted off hours ago in Scott's arms; he always made fun of her for being so sleepy after they had sex, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know if she'd had one too many martinis last night, but now it was three thirty and she'd just woken up from the most awful nightmare. She had dreamt that Scott had moved in with Jordi—the guy she had cheated on Scott with. She realized she was holding her breath, and she let it out slowly, the air making a hissing sound as it escaped from her parched lips. There was nothing to worry about. That was all in the past, and as for the dream, it was ridiculous.
Scott stirred, his eyes crinkling for a moment before they opened. He lifted his head up, seeing Chanella sitting up, looking shaken. His eyes skipped over her bare breasts for once, too concerned about his girlfriend to be able to fully appreciate her at the moment. He lifted up one of his large hands and laid it on her arm.
"What's wrong, 'Ella?" He asked groggily, concern evident in his voice. It wasn't like Chanella to wake up in the middle of the night; she usually slept extremely soundly.
Chanella inhaled and exhaled slowly, shaking her head and giving a weak chuckle. She slid back down so she was lying on her side, facing her boyfriend. She couldn't help but smile at the concern on his face; the anxious look in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. "I'm fine," she said, a little shakily. "Just had a bad dream."
Scott frowned, but then his brow cleared, and he rested one hand on the side of her face, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her eyes closed for a second, then opened again. She looked tired, he noted. He should really let her sleep more. "It's all over, 'Ella. It was just a dream."
She half-yawned, half-sighed. "Thank you." She snuggled closer under the sheet, her head curling under his chin to plant a soft kiss on his collarbone, then moving up so that their noses were touching. She moved her head slightly from side to side, so her nose rubbed against Scott's. "I love you," she whispered.
Scott wrapped his arms around Chanella, noticing her skin was very cool. He pulled her tighter. "I love you too."