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It wasn't that they had stopped sniping at each other so much as they had distracted themselves. Dinner and anger-desperation-uncertainy-filled sex, the latter more exhausting then the former so it is little wonder that the two had passed out in her bed, sprawled and tangled.

Ajedrez, Beatriz, wakes at some point in the early morning, although 'wakes' is an overstatement. The wall in front of her is lighter then it should be for night, but all she really notices is Sands's arm thrown across her. Hot and heavy and she briefly considers moving, but before she can her eyes fall shut again.

It'll be another couple of hours before she wakes up properly.

Date: 2007-02-28 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
Sands wakes up first, squinting against the sun shining through the open curtains. He turns his face into the pillow, and curses under his breath.

Somewhere outside, bells are ringing. Happy Dia de los Muertos, Mexico.

Date: 2007-02-28 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Dimly, in her mostly-asleep brain, those bells are ringing something. Something, but hell if she can remember. So she twists her arm up to cover her eyes and tries to settle back down again.






Slowly, sleepily,

"What day is it?"

Date: 2007-02-28 10:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“Take a wild guess.”

Pulling away from her, he rolls onto his back and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d like nothing more than to just go back to sleep.

Date: 2007-02-28 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“Yes, that’s it, we slept for two whole months.”

His voice is slightly muffled by his hands.

Date: 2007-02-28 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“I think we’d be dead,” he points out from through his fingers.

Date: 2007-02-28 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"It's too early in the morning to be so dramatic." Ajedrez says, pushing herself up and finger-combing her hair out of her face.

Date: 2007-02-28 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
Finally lowering his hands from his face, he shoots her a look.

“It’s the day of the dead. How more dramatic can you get?”

Date: 2007-03-01 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"Gringo," she mutters. "It's not dramatic, it's a celebration."

Date: 2007-03-17 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“Of death,” he points our. “As celebrations go, that’s pretty damn close to dying your hair black and calling yourself Maleficent.”

Date: 2007-03-17 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
There is a long, long pause.

"Huh?" She says at last, looking baffled.

Date: 2007-03-17 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
Sitting up, he snorts with laughter, shooting her a look.

“What, Disney didn’t cross the border?”

Date: 2007-03-17 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"I've heard of it, thank you very much."

She is looking faintly disgruntled.

Date: 2007-03-17 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“‘Heard of’ and ‘seen’ are two very different things.”

Date: 2007-03-17 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“It’s strange, I know, but true.”

Date: 2007-03-17 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
There are many, many things she could do. There are many, many things that she could say.

In the end, she just leans over and kisses the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning to you, too."

Date: 2007-03-17 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
His lips twitch, tugging up at the corners, and he kicks back the covers.

Casting a dark look at the window, “Good?

Date: 2007-03-17 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"Sure."

Pause.

"In a manner of speaking."

Date: 2007-03-17 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“Not really, no.”

He swings his legs over the side of the bed, and begins to hunt for his jeans.

Date: 2007-03-17 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She wonders if he is awake enough for her to ask what the hell they are going to do.

In the meantime, she just settles for watching him.

"They're in that corner."

Date: 2007-03-17 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
He glances up at the sound of her voice, then around at the corner with a triumphant, “Ah!”

It’s a matter of seconds to tug them on and do up the fly, letting his hands drop down to his sides. He frowns down at the floor.

Date: 2007-03-17 10:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Whatever it is she was about to say...well, she forgets it as a mobile phone starts ringing.

"...that yours or mine?"

Date: 2007-03-17 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“… I have no idea.”

He looks around, trying to pinpoint where the ringing is coming from.

“Shit, where’s my jacket?”

Date: 2007-03-17 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"How should I know?"

Still, she clambers out of head to try and look.

Date: 2007-03-17 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“Feminine wiles?”

Ducking down, he peers half-heartedly under the bed.

Date: 2007-03-17 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"...oh, right. I totally hid it from you, Sands."

Date: 2007-03-17 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
“I always suspected.”

There’s nothing jacket-shaped under her bed, so he moves on to the wardrobe.

Date: 2007-03-17 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
It's then that she hears a vibrating, coming from the bedside table.

"Oh, shit, it's mine."

She dives for the draw and quickly pulls the phone out, pressing the answer button.

"Bueno? Oh.






Hola, papa."

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