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[doctorweevil]

Who: Owen & Clara
Where: Owen's room
When: Friday morning, 8/16
Rating: R
Summary: Owen and Clara wake up in bed together. Things do not end well.
The Story:
Owen isn't surprised to wake up next to someone - here in Wonderland, taking someone back to his room is more likely than a quick fumble in a dark corner, something he's more accustomed to back in London. There are pros and cons to each situation, of course, and one of the pros is a nice quickie in the morning. He casts an appraising eye over his bedmate; she's a bit plainer than some, not as curvy as he might like, but she'll do well enough. He has to think for a moment to remember her name - Claire? Clara? Something like that.

He shifts closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against him as he nuzzles her neck. "Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs in her ear, kissing her earlobe. This close to him, it ought to be quite clear what his intentions are right now.

Comments

[doctorweevil]

Hey, he's not always completely terrible with names - he can usually remember them once he's bothered to ask them in the first place (which isn't too often). Besides, there's only so many people in the mansion. Not that he cares much about any of them, but he's still managed to pick up a few names here and there; there isn't much else to do.

Owen flops back against the pillows as she heads to the door. "Yeah, sure you will." His tone is sarcastic; he knows perfectly well she has every intention of avoiding him in the future, and the feeling is quite mutual.

[bossily]

She squints a little, opening her mouth to retort. But she thinks better of it and clamps her jaw shut, eyes going wide as she realizes she's actually about to step foot out of this room looking entirely unkempt and ridiculous. She swallows, and reassures herself by repeating a mantra of how she's been through much worse than something as foolish as this before.

"Never know what might happen. Part of the charm of this place, don't you think?"

She tries wiping the horrified look off her face, but the damage to her pride's already been done. And so she gives out a shaky breath to steady herself, and gives him a final glance of disapproval before slipping out and hurrying back toward her own room.