The Strongest of Us (Tf2 x Reader)

36. Landslide

Champagne just hadn't done it for (Y/N) that night. She had taken back her bottle of rum, sat down on her bed, and drank away the burning sensation in her stomach.

She had laid back on her bed, bottle slowly slipping from her hand. The deep, dark liquid sloshed over when the bottle tipped over. The color stained the floor like blood and wine. She woke up, still fully dressed except for her shoes and deep maroon socks. Her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed and her arms stretched above her head, palms up and her fingers tenderly scraped at dawn's gentle touch. It sunk warmth into her bedsheets and (Y/N) was drowsily drawn to it.

She climbed up her covers, gripping gently and she grabbed one of her sun touched pillows and hugged it close. Half of her face buried into the pillow. Sleep seemed to avoid her, but the peace didn't. The clock was so quiet. It had broken that morning. The batteries had given out, but thanks to that, (Y/N) got the rest she deserved.

She lifted her head, resting her chin on top of the pillow and she yawned, the rest still caressing her eyes. She felt so warm. The light kissed her supple cheeks until they were rosy and warm. She had constantly dreamt of waking up in a way like this, only without the night of deep drinking and with someone beside her. They could have been in front of her, their hand caressing hers or they could have been behind her, hugging her tight. She wanted someone in her arms, strangely. Mercenary wallow had finally set into her bones and turned her lonesome.

Lucky for her, there were plenty of men in the same building waiting to catch her attention.

She sighed softly, digging her nose into her pillow more, then finding it quite repulsive. It smelled of sweat and drool. She tossed it to the end of the bed and sat up on her elbows.

Her face was blank and tired. The blood on her shirt had dried. Whether the blood was hers or someone else's, she wasn't sure anymore. She slowly eased her way off of the bed, staring at the ground and watching her feet move carefully.

She managed to strip from all her clothing and slip into her private bathroom. She wasn't used to everything being this quiet. The man who had the room next to her was still snoring. If she put her ear against the wall, she could faintly hear them.

The spot on her stomach was a sick, yellow, purple and green around the pink. She let her hand hover over it, and it even hurt to get anything near it. She hissed and just put her hand at her side.

Looking back up into the mirror, she reflected for a moment. She looked like total shit.

Well, if anyone else had gone through what she did, they would look like shit too. She touched at the bags under her eyes, the exhaust still lingering from her ample cheeks. She managed to smile at herself. There was something about the way she woke up that told her that the day was going to be a good one. At least, she would live through it, as far as she knew.

She started the water in her shower and sat on the toilet lid until it was nice and warm. The building was so large, so it took some time to heat up. She leaned back, her back shuddering softly as it touched the cold, porcelain back of the toilet and she breathed in deep. (Y/N) closed her eyes for a few moments, catching up to the sleep that seemed to fly right past her this morning. She stayed that way or some time, nude and relaxed. This morning, she wasn't worried about someone coming in and making her wake up.

(Y/N) eased herself up onto her feet and climbed into the tub, still standing. She slowly scooted under the water, taking it one limb at a time. Her skin was aching for water, and the deeper she drove into the stream, the more she yearned.

It was so quiet and peaceful, except for the thunderous drumming against the tub. It took (Y/N) to realize that she actually had to wash herself instead of wasting water and enjoying the warm feeling. There was small bottles of soap, shampoo, and conditioner. They weren't exactly like the ones you will find in hotel rooms. They were a bit bigger, and would provide much more use. Except for those who didn't have hair to worry about, of course.