We have to get new curtains or shades or something for this freaking bedroom. Every morning it's like we're living on the surface of the sun, it's ridiculously bright. No wonder Sarah's dog gets up at the crack of dawn and whines to go out. No one could possibly sleep through this, I think as I cover my eyes with my forearm.
"Make it stop," Sarah whines from beside me as she pulls the clovers up over her head.
"Make what stop? The morning? I don't think I have that kind of power," I mumble.
"It's too bright and my head is killing me," she groans from under the covers.
"I warned you those drinks would give you one hell of a hangover," I chide with a little laugh.
"Shut up, that's not the point," she grumbles, burrowing further down under the covers.
Crystal and that ridiculous drink, I sigh with a shake of my head.
Alright, I guess I should be nice about this. Although, the wicked part of me wants to turn on some music and bang pots and pans just for fun.
Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed and shuffle around closing the blinds, making it as dark as possible.
Naturally, Doc jumps right up, ready for the day, so I trudge down the stairs behind the energetic dog. Sliding open the glass door, I watch as Doc sprints into the yard, thrilled to explore the same patch of grass in this exhilarating new day.
I make my way to the small kitchen setup Sarah's father installed in the downstairs entry when he converted the area to an office. It's only a few cabinets and a sink with a small fridge, just enough to get by. Rummaging around the pale grey cabinets, I find a glass and fill it with water. I finally head back upstairs and slip into the bathroom, grabbing a couple of Tylenol.
Sarah is still hiding under the covers when I get back to the bed.
"Here," I say, nudging the side of the mattress.
At first she doesn't move and I start to wonder if maybe she's fallen back to sleep, but after a couple seconds the edge of the blanket lifts a fraction of an inch. Slowly, a hand appears and I pass her the supplies. This may be the most pathetic thing I've ever witnessed, but somehow its both funny and adorable.
Finally I hear her say "Thanks," in a small voice.
"You probably won't be saying thanks when I remind you that we're supposed to go to Jacey's so Izzie can meet ponies today," I grin.
"Fuck," she mutters, but still she doesn't emerge from the safety of darkness under the blankets.
"You'll be fine, we don't have to meet them for hours. It's still really early," I reassure her as I make my way back to my side of the bed.
"What time is it?" Sarah groans as I slip back into the warm bed beside her. Immediately she snuggles right up to me, laying her head on my chest and drapping one arm over my stomach. Her finger tips start slowly drawing a curly design across my ribs, causing me to shiver.
"Early, a little after six. We don't have to meet Lucy and Josh until lunch time," I tell her, one hand running lazily up and down her spine.
"I'm so mad at you right now," Sarah grumbles from her hiding place.
"Why?"
"Why?" Sarah asks indigently. "Why aren't you more hungover? I shouldn't be suffering alone," she stops drawing the design and tickles my side, causing me to squirm.
I can't help but roll my eyes, even as I laugh. "Because I only had two drinks last night."
"That's bullshit. You were drinking right along with us," Sarah argues.
"I had two then I switched to soda, someone had to drive home. Otherwise you would be this level of hungover in the loft with a six year old and a three year old." I tickle her side in retaliation.
Sarah laughs as swats my hand away.
"Come on, stop hiding under there," I try to push the covers down past her head, but she catches them. "I closed the curtains, it's way darker in here now, or as dark as I could make it at least."
She peeks out and apparently decides I was telling the truth. "Thanks, this is going to be a really long day," she sighs.
I fight back another laugh. "You just think it's going to be a long day, you've never been around Lucy with a hangover. You'd better say a prayer that Tylenol does it's job. She has way too much energy."
Sarah tries to roll away from me, but I move with her. "I'm going back to bed. I need several more hours of sleep before I can deal with people today."
"Does that include me?" I ask, snuggling closer.
"Maybe," she responds flatly.
I grin into her neck. "You sure are cute when you're grumpy."
"No, I'm not. Shut up. Go away." Her words come out with a slight edge, but she scoots even closer to me, her body suggesting just the opposite of her words.
I reach up and brush her messy, tangled, hair away from her neck, planting a small kiss there. My hand trails slowly down her side, then run my fingers lightly from her knee up to her hip, digging in a little just above her hip bone. She's only wearing that sexy dark pink, lacy thong and one of my t-shirts, and I'm itching to touch every inch of her.
When I move to kiss her neck again Sarah speaks, "I swear if you try to do much more than that I'll probably throw up. Just rolling over had my stomach churning."
I heed her warning, falling back onto the pillow. "Note to self, never let Sarah drink this much again. And if you do, definitely don't try to fool around in the morning."
"Poor Nate, I guess I'll just have to make it up to you when I'm not so hungover," Sarah offers before drifting back off to sleep.
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