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[closed] I saw a little ray of light come through

WHO: Victoria and Vera
WHERE: Vera's apartment
WHEN: Sometime morningish, backdated to 3/25
WHAT: waking up to a hangover and other fun things
WARNINGS: Mentions of underage drinking, nerds

Victoria wasn't sure when she woke up, or when she went to sleep to begin with. So much of the night had been spent hanging out with Dante and those other people, and drinking, and drinking... and drinking. It was as welcoming as several strangers and friends doing bodyshots off of her, after she unknowingly agreed to do it, could be. Truly an excellent bonding experience, but all things must come to an end.

Not that it ended there for her. Sitting back in the dark as her mind tried to adjust to a numbness, she tried to recollect last night, how an extremely drunk Vera had asked her to help her home, and how she was also quite drunk but managed. Somehow. The events are a rather hazy blur.

"Nnn-guh..." She blinks, attempting to fend off the drowsiness and the sudden, splitting pain in the back of her skull. Nevertheless, it seems she's somewhere soft, and warm, so things aren't completely horrible. It's just as her eyes adjust that things start to become clearer.

She's in a bedroom she doesn't recognize, laying on a bed that isn't her's.

And Vera is laying right on top of her.

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Vera isn't even sure if she really slept, or just fell unconscious for the last few hours. Her head is throbbing, she's feeling nauseous, and her entire body is sore. At least the room isn't spinning anymore. Her memory isn't great, but there's flashes of not being able to walk. How she even got home is a mystery, but clearly someone cared enough to look after her.

She turns onto her side, eyes still closed tight. The light hurts, even with them shut. At least her pillow feels good. Warm, soft, and firm, and smelling oddly good? It's kind of familiar, but still exotic. She must have had some perfume on her or something on her way home. Nothing weird about that.

Reaching her hands up, she claps twice, and the automated curtains on her windows start to close until all light is gone.

"Nn... that's better." She grunts, squirming into her pillow in hopes of going back to sleep.

No matter how slight a noise Vera's clapping was, it still manages to send several needle-like pangs shooting through her forehead. Enough for her to let out some small sound of discomfort but not much. She remembers some... building, and helping someone up to her room. Whatever came next just wasn't returning at the moment, besides some feelings of softness similar to what she felt right now.

Vera's shifting is enough to get her attention. It's almost feels like a dreams still, looking down to see that familiar, blonde hair, currently face down in her cleavage, and apparently very comfortable if her squirming was indication. Even in her sleep-addled state, it was a sight to behold. She looked so comfy and she was also warm and oh god.

She lifts a hand (more difficult then it would seem) to bring it to Vera's shoulder. Victoria nudges her ever so lightly.

"Hey..." She spoke in a hushed voice, fearful of any more pain in her pulsing cranium. Yet still, she persisted. "Vera? Vera...?"

Edited 2017-03-31 19:48 (UTC)

"Nn..." Vera stirs, responding to the voice despite the pain in the back of her head. It takes far too much energy for her to lift her head up and turn to face its source. Was it even possible to be as tired as she is?

"Vic...to...ria?" She parses her name as she tries her best to open her eyes, only to be met with the fiery glow of her friend's hair. Even in this dark room, it was difficult to focus on it without feeling the sharp sting.

"What are you doing here...?"

However tired she was, Victoria was right there with her. How could you sleep and wake up even more exhausted then you were before? She'd liken it to a vicious cycle, if not for the pounding in her skull.

"I-It's me..." she manages a bit more then Vera. How much did either of them drink, and would they even be able to remember? But she could still focus on the girl half-asleep on top of her.

"I'm... not sure." She groans, shifting a bit. "But you're... on top of me."

"On top of...?" Her eyes trail down from that bright hair, along the slope of her neck until the realization hits her just how "comfortable" the two of them got last night. Did she... did they... was she really that drunk?

She sits up quickly, putting a hand against the redhead's shoulder to launch herself to the other side of the bed. Grabbing one of her pillows, she curls around it and buries her face as far in as she can manage. Her head is spinning, in part from the alcohol, in part from the panic. This wasn't happening. Nothing happened, right? Please tell her nothing happened.

"What... what happened...?!"

Yup. Like it or not they have been very comfortable the past... who knows how long they've been there. But that part of it hasn't fully stricken Victoria in the same way it was hitting Vera. But it's not like she was naked, in fact she looked exactly the same as how she did at the party.

Does that help? Maybe not.

"Whoa!" Being used to launch off of isn't especially easy, and it's definitely surprising. The way Vera reacts, it was like Victoria suddenly burst into flames. She could now sit up, fending off further waves of pain or nausea.

"I-I really don't remember much." She has to admit it. "You were... I helped you back to your apartment, and then...."

Vera was reeling as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. There was booze, people, more booze, some Truth or Dare, even more booze... why did she let herself go so far? She made a complete fool of herself in front of god knows how many people and ended up going home with a woman! People are going to talk about this. The heiress of one of the largest companies in the world is a drunken idiot lesbian. If her father wasn't ashamed of her before...

But when Victoria next speaks, Vera listens. She helped her? Even after the way she acted? The things she did? Surely Vic remembered more about the party than she did, surely she remembers all the stupid stuff that came out of (and into) her mouth. Her head picks up, two wet, red eyes stare up at her, half-open as they're burned by what little light remains in the room.

"You really..." She starts, but the pillow muffles her words. With a huff, she sits up slightly, clinging the soft linen against her chest and leaving her beet-red face fully exposed. "You really did that? Took me home, looked after me, helped me change?" As embarrassing as that idea was, she had to admit that getting a drunken brat like Vera into fresh clothes had to be a task.

"You even stayed the night to make sure I was okay. I... don't get it." Her eyes trail off, head sinking back towards her place of comfort yet again. "Why would you do all of that? What do you get out of it?"

Surely there was something she wanted. Money, notoriety, she was the girl taken home by Vera Weisz, after all. She could be on the cover of magazines if she came forward with it. Was it the stuff with the Olympics? Vera could have the ear of the American training committee, she could get her on a team, or at least into the facilities. There had to be some reason she helped her. No one does all of this for nothing. No one is that kind.

At least now, with Vera off of her, Victoria could manage to get up. The throbbing pain in her head persisted as she maneuvered from laying down to sitting up with her legs tucked underneath her. The bed was amazingly soft, still warm from both girls sleeping on it- and yet, right now that wasn't nearly as comforting as it should have been.

Here she was, Victoria Nichols, an exchange student, basically a nobody in the face of someone as well-known as Vera's family name, and currently sitting on her bed after helping her home from a night of partying and drinking til they were both sick. She was a major, she had things she had to do.... and yet.

And yet she can't simply sit here and watch as her friend goes through what looked like a major crisis, not after that reaction... especially not after seeing the heiress in such depression. No that wouldn't do. Her face, red with tears and frustration, was definitely the final straw.

"Vera..." She inched closer. "Don't you remember?" Because she did, some parts more then others. The drinking, the bodyshots they both did, further embarrassing things to think about, but then she thought about getting Vera home, and helping the drunk lady into bed, and...

"...Well, I don't really get anything out of it." Besides a place to sleep off her own drunkenness? That too. "By the end of that party, you were looking pretty rough and... I just wanted to make sure you got home safely. It wasn't my intention to get... anything out of it."

A sharp pain as she puts on a smile. "I'm just glad we managed to get back."

Victoria inching closer only forces Vera to withdraw back into her pillow until all that can be made out is the tops of her eyes and her furrowed brow.

"You don't have to lie to me. Nobody does something for nothing." She was far from the first person to help Vera 'out of the kindness of their heart', and it was only a matter of time before they asked for help in return. A house, a car, pay my bills, give me a job... need, need, need, give give, give. It was always something. If you open the door, they'll walk all over you.

Something about the way Vera retreats into her pillow brings Victoria to a stop. She can only stop, and let herself inch back a bit, hopefully giving her some breathing room.

"Vera, it..." She stops, thinks. That conversation, couple weeks ago, at the college. The moment they shared in the closet felt so distant she'd almost forgotten, but there's specific bits coming back to her...

"....I admit, I could probably ask for a lot of things." A prestigious family? A heiress daughter that could repay her? What luck, and yet... "But, I'm sorry Vera. That really isn't what I had in mind."

Vera exhales when Victoria stops. The stress is already getting to her, having someone trying to touch her is just suffocating. At least she could respect her personal space.

"Then... what did you have in mind?"

"...I just wanted to help." Is what she can manage first off. How to explain with the situation being so delicate as it was... But her mother always said that honesty was the best policy anyways.

"I had fun at the party, Vera." Despite a whole ridiculousness of what she had to do at said party. Thanks, Dante. "You were fun, and by the end of the party you were really drunk, and so was I. But I also didn't want you to get hurt on the way home."

She shrugs, now there's some color in her face. "That's all."

Those words felt so heavy. She was fun? Even after she made an ass of herself, did all those embarrassing things? After all that, she still wanted to take care of her at the end of the night? This flies in the face of everything Vera's ever known about people. Most everyone she's known would have left her the moment she became an inconvenience. They want her money, but not if they have to work for it. Could this girl really not want anything from her?

"That's... really sweet." She clutches her pillow tighter, fighting to maintain eye contact. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you..."

It was almost surprising how much Victoria looked back on that party and found herself... feeling good about it. Yes, there were embarrassing sections of the party she may like to forget, but for her first few months in this city it was a amazing experience. She'd thank Dante, if she didn't want to kick him in the shin first.

And Vic wouldn't have said she was lonely growing up, she had her few relationships and her parents, but now everything was happening so much faster after she left. Things were different, people were different. Vera was more complicated then she could have ever imagined.

"Embarrassed?" She re-positions herself to be cross-legged, seated apart from Vera. Unlike Vera, she has no trouble watching the heiress's eyes. "Not at all, I should... probably be the one feeling embarrassed. After all, I was the one everyone was doing shots off of."

"Yeah but you just had to lay there," the heiress scoffs. "I licked salt off your stomach and sucked a lime out of your mouth!" She can hardly finish the sentence before the giggles start, and she can hardly giggle before she's palming her forehead to stop the pressure headache. "Fuck, I'm feeling every one of those shots right now, too."

Vic almost joins in on her laughing, if she wasn't stopped for the exact same reason. Suddenly her perspective of this morning was returning.

"Wow... I think I feel what you're feeling." The student groans. "And you did a great job, but you know how hard it was to lay there while you licked my stomach?"

Edited 2017-04-13 01:45 (UTC)

There's something about that laugh, brief as it may be, that feels so calming to Vera. Maybe she was taking this too seriously. Maybe this wasn't as big of a deal as she was making it out to be. So she got drunk at a party and did some stupid things. She's a college student, this is when you're supposed to make those kind of mistakes. And this was a mistake. Right?

"Well you made an excellent table. Licking salt has never been easier, so be proud about that." She shakes her head to suppress another laugh. "And you were a, um... great pillow, too. If you don't mind me saying so."

Yeah her dad is still going to kill her.

Edited (cant stop pillows) 2017-04-13 23:11 (UTC)

Even after a night like that, they could look back on the finer points of it, couldn't they? There were good parts... that they remembered. It's a part of college, a part of growing up, she's been told.

Hopefully her parents don't hear about this too soon.

"...Oh." She's never gotten that compliment before, especially from a lady. "Wow. I don't know how I could not accept a compliment like that." She's actually a bit giddy at the thought. "And I do appreciate how warm you were when I woke up." She smirks evenly. "Is that okay?"

Vera stiffens a bit at the compliment, sinking again into her pillow. This time, however, there's the slightest hint of a smile.

"I don't think I've ever been called 'warm' before."

Usually it's the opposite. She's cold, frigid, an ice queen, a snow bitch. She's distant, aloof, stuck up, snotty, and mean-spirited. But never warm.

"Well... You are."

It's simple to say, but something about the sudden feeling behind her words makes Vic think.

"And I think you deserve to be warm."

Is that an invitation? It might be.

She deserves to be warm? It is a bit chilly in here, with no light and only her usual blanket. Maybe she should get more out of the closet. Turning her head towards the door, she's hit with another wave of nausea and quickly retreats back to her previous, comfortable position. This hangover is going to be the death of her. No more booze. Ever.

"Well... I suppose that maybe a little more sleep... couldn't hurt." The heiress trails off, silently urging herself to take the step forward to resume her spot at Victoria's side. Shaking, her body relents, and she makes the slow crawl back to her friend. The proximity ignites an urgency to hide her embarrassed face, and she grabs the blanket bunched up at their feet to throw over them both, leaving only the top of her head visible to the taller girl as she curls against her chest.

Yes, both in the figurative and literal sense. Now that she's slowly becoming accustomed to the room, she was finding that their previous arrangement was pretty dang nice. Her pounding headache notwithstanding. If Dante ever tried to talk her into drinking again, it would be too soon.

"No, it definitely couldn't." Victoria didn't even mean that in a flirting way. She was exhausted enough that the idea of that was enough for her. Even still, the distance between the two woman closing so quickly sends a tinge of red through her face again, at least she has the frame of mind to put a pillow under her head as they lay back down. The blanket was a welcome addition, letting her still see the top of Vera's head against her slowly rising and falling chest.

It was sweet... Very sweet.

And Vic would just close her eyes for a little while, soon both of them would be in a better state to talk, wouldn't they?

Hours pass while the two sleep together, or at least that's how it feels. The room is dark, her eyes are closed, and she has no intention of exposing herself to the dim light of her bedside clock. It may have been fifteen minutes, it might be the next morning. It doesn't really matter right now. The nausea-fueled haze beckons her back to sleep, and when she finally wakes again, she's feeling a bit better. At least she doesn't feel like someone's squeezing her head anymore. Maybe she can at least try to go about her day?

Opening one eye, she checks her phone. It was definitely closing on noon at this point, meaning that the pageant she was meant to go to today probably wasn't happening. Oh well, at least no one has to see her crossdressing now. Groggy, she answers a few texts from the night before, mostly from people checking up on her. She was pretty sloshed last night, it's nice to know people are at least curious to see if she made it home in one piece.

Only one of them decided to see her home, however, and she's currently curled up at her side. It's incredible to the heiress, that she could feel so comfortable, so safe with someone else in her bed like this. Someone she's known for a few months at the most. Still, there was something about her, maybe the time they've spent and the trust they already share, that soothed her, made her feel so familiar and so at home. She drops her phone at her side as she works up the courage to open her other eye, tilting her head upwards to check on her new bedmate.

"Vic...? Are you awake...?"

For as much as Victoria could be bothered, they could just spend the whole day this way, asleep on a soft bed, tucked away under warm blankets from the light of day and all of its loud sensations. Right now is fine, it's good. Warm. Time and its effects have no bearing on Victoria as it stands... at least until she breaks through the haziness of her mind again.

It's impossible to say how long they've been like this, since Victoria really isn't looking at that clock right now. In the back of her mind she knows she's missing the pageant, but was her heart really set on going anyway? Maybe not. Going in this state would have just been awful anyway.

She does fumble to her phone eventually, a couple messages from last night, nothing totally special. Good thing her parents still didn't know about the party.

"Mm..." An affirming grunt, at least? Eyes creeping open, the redhead looked down, seeing the heiress on her chest far more clearly then anything else in the room. "Yeah? Good... morning?"

Victoria's affirmation causes a small retreat. She wasn't expecting her to be awake, and maybe hoped for the opposite. She's feeling better after a long sleep, but she can't help but feel so weird thinking about where she is and everything that happened last night. It doesn't help that she's just so damn comfortable right now. She should hate this, but she doesn't, and she's trying as hard as she can to not freak out at that thought.

"O-oh, um... good. I'm sorry if I woke you up." She averts her gaze. As much as she loves the taller girl's eyes, she can't get herself to look into them right now. A hand slides up her bedmate's chest to grip the top of the blankets. If she felt the need to hide, she could easily throw them over her head.

"And good morning," she grumbles. "It's almost noon."

With Vera so close to her, it's impossible to not notice any small movements. Had she said something wrong? Or was it just something else? Either way, Victoria was feeling better herself. To her, it's an amazing thought. Just great.

"..." She blinks, green eyes watching Vera avert her own in quiet contemplation.

"Noon?" She does finally look away though, gaze lazily moving around the room, looking for anything that could give her the time. It would be easy to pull her phone from her pocket, but. Eh.

"...The pageant." She grumbled, letting her head fall back again, onto Vera's pillow. "I think we're missing it."

Edited 2017-04-29 09:12 (UTC)

"Oh." She shifts a little as she begins to wake up more, her thoughts returning to her. "Shit, the pageant..." A hand comes over her eyes, rubbing her eyelids in hopes of somehow pushing the exhaustion out of her. They must have slept ten hours at this point, how is she still so tired?

"I bought a dress and a suit... damn it."

"Ugh, and the dress I got from Retrospec...." Now that she had finally mustered the validation to sign up for it, she was almost disappointed that she wouldn't get the chance now to enter. Almost.

Victoria knew she had to wake up, but the thought of actually getting up seemed rather unappetizing to her. "Well.... Truthfully, I don't think either of us were in good shape for it."

... She sighs. "Sorry, I guess you were looking forward to it."

"Don't... don't worry about it." She groans, worming her way closer to the tall girl. Staying warm was her number one priority right now, and her friend's soft body was a big help.

"Even if I tried to go... I'd just be miserable the whole time." But another thought hits her, and she can't help but return her gaze back to Victoria's. "But aren't I keeping you here? You missed it because you were taking care of me."

Being soft and warm were two of the things she was best at right now.

"Me?" The question stops her from whatever she was thinking about. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't think I could have gone to it either. My heart just wouldn't be in it."

True, it would probably be in the trash, along with whatever else she ate last night.

"Besides, I'm... just fine, being right here."

Right here. Did she mean that? Vera isn't even sure if she wanted to be here, and it's her bed. She's sick, miserable, cold, and can barely keep her eyes open, and yet Victoria is happy to be where they are. She can whether this storm without a complaint, and the heiress is instantly jealous of that strength.

But there was more to those words, wasn't there? The taller girl wasn't just tolerating her position, but she was actually happy. There was something about the way she talked that makes her feel... warm. Warm, and comfortable, and safe. It's not something she's ever really felt before, and the thought that she could let herself be vulnerable had never really entered her mind. But it felt almost natural around Victoria, and this was hardly the first time she's felt that way with her. Her arms tighten around the redhead's torso, gently tugging her tighter against her smaller frame. But... when did she allow herself to get in such a cozy position? Surely she didn't do this in her sleep, right?

"If you've got nowhere to go..." She trails off for a moment, digging at the pillows near her friend's head until she retrieves her phone. She wasn't going to tell the girl to stay, couldn't lower herself so much to ask, but she'll certainly try to make it an easy choice for Victoria to make herself. "I'll order us some lunch."

Maybe the room was a bit cold, and they both felt awful, but company was sweeter then solitude in these situations. And Vic would that under the blankets was warm enough, especially with Vera right there with her.

Here was this heiress, from out of town, just like her, and having about as much fun getting acclimated with the city. Her smaller form was hugging her torso and... she was fine with this, honestly. These things happen, somehow.

"Oh..." She watches her reach past her head to find her phone. The offer of lunch appeals to her empty stomach, her headache, and her student wallet all at the same time. "I don't have to be anywhere else. So I'd love to stay for lunch."

She hums a bit, thinking through the pain. "And... nurse off this hangover with you."

Whether she realizes it or not, Victoria has a way with words. There's something about wanting to weather this storm together makes the heiress smile. She's never really had someone in her life before who wanted to be around her when times were tough, even if its just for a day. If there was anything the elite were good at, it's cutting and running when things get difficult.

Bringing the phone to her ear, she dials up the pizzeria down the street and orders a large pie to be delivered before dropping her phone back onto the bed. The sooner she got that light and noise machine away from her face, the better. At least ordering food was a good enough excuse to adjust her position, now resting the top of her head against the taller girl's jawline and nestled against her warm, soft neck. This was better than being face-first in another girl's breasts, right? Maybe a little?

Either she posses the natural talent to woo Vera, or was it just lucky happenstance, but Victoria wasn't going to question either of their good fortune. The two of them had a soft bed and warm blankets to share, and soon, pizza. Always an excellent addition.

Whatever gets you comfy, Vera. Vic is reasonably awake enough to accommodate you. Laying against her, small and warm, it's fine if she puts her arms around Vera, right? Can it?

"You know," She starts, gaze turned to the ceiling now that the heiress was so close. "Last night was... pretty fun, if also really stupid."

But she'll admit that the good comes first, followed briskly by more pain.

This is surprisingly nice, laying here against her friend. Something about being so close made her feel so safe and comfortable and... is she being held right now? The smaller woman squirms just slightly, confirming Victoria's arms were now snugly wrapped around her. This should be something that makes her uncomfortable, she never lets anyone get this close, let alone touch her, but for some reason she's perfectly fine with it. This was already an incredibly intimate moment, a little cuddling couldn't hurt, right?

"'Stupid' doesn't begin to describe it," she giggles. "Pen sat in my lap, Yin licked my ass, and I licked salt off your abdomen and sucked a lime out of your mouth." It would be a night she'd never forget, to say the least. "But I have to admit... it was really fun." She shifts again, this time to lay her arm across Victoria's body. Don't worry, she's not hugging her back or anything, she just wanted to get comfortable, honest!

"And this... isn't so bad, either."

It's more then nice, it's wonderful. Though maybe, in Victoria's muddled state, she was feeling a bit elated just to not have to nurse this hangover all on her own. She couldn't get the simple fact out of her mind that she was cuddling up to a heiress of all things, someone that she met at a party. But... it felt right.

"Oof, Yin really did that?" There's a lot to focus on in that sentence, so she'll start with that. "Heh, it was certainly a.... night, that happened. And fun, too."

She'll definitely admit that. Despite being completely new to her, it wasn't completely awful either. And neither was this.

"No, it's not, is it?" She looked down at Vera, smiling to some extent at just... her. It was hard to describe.

"Yeah..." She can laugh about it now, but at the moment it was an incredibly awkward and embarrassing thing to go through, having your ass licked in front of a bunch of people. The lengths people will go to to make her uncomfortable.

But right now she was very comfortable. Feeling Victoria move her head, she wriggles down to the top of her chest so that the two can look each other in the eyes, though it was now impossible to hide just how red her face had become since they started cuddling. That's... what this is, isn't it?

"Your eyes are gorgeous." It just sort of slips out. She can't help it. It's hardly the first time she's gotten lost in those emerald pools, but having her so close, be so intimate, that the heiress finds herself struggling with a lot of new emotions.

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