Jacob Darney
Tuesday 6/8/10 @ 12:51 PM
Practice was always an action-packed adventure of way too much testosterone, something to prove, and someone breaking an arm. Today’s practice was no different in that aspect, but this time, the seasoned seat warmer, Skye, got a chance to stop watching Maggie and take a ride with the big leagues. And hit Jake in the face again. And again.
It seemed little changed from the school days, Skye’s arm was well equipped for the Beater position and the Bludgers enjoyed breaking Jake’s nose. The only difference was they had on comfortable gym clothing and no crazy instructor getting angry. Instead, Rogers just sat on his broom and laughed. That was the team, all right.
Liam and Jamiel took Maggie home after practice and Jake headed to Skye’s place for a movie night. It was scheduled as his choice of movies and originally, he had brought horror movies but they were both sore from a long day of abuse. Skye was not good at watching horror movies and usually didn’t sleep well. That meant he’d have to stay over of get phone calls throughout the night. Then again, she did give him a black eye…
After hijacking her shower before the woman could even near the bathroom, Jake sprawled out quite comfortably across her bed and waited patiently with his eyes closed. He knew she’d give him a long talk on letting his wet hair soak her pillows. He had left his shirt on the edge of the bed, not in the mood to get fully ready, football shorts was enough for Skye; he knew she’d seen more than that before.
Finally able to relax, Jake felt himself drifting off to sleep. A pile of the newest horror movies was stacked on the floor near the bed. His eyes closed fully and for a split second he was asleep.
Skye Boutin
Saturday 6/12/10 @ 01:42 AM
Once the two arrived at the loft, Skye pulled a set of keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door – only to have Jacob allow her to step in first like a gentleman should, then run up the stairs at about 3 steps at a time, and making a beeline to the one and only bathroom in her apartment. Once the door slammed shut and she heard the ‘click!’ of the lock, she found herself staring slightly confused in the general direction on the washroom, while still standing by the front door. Oh Jake.. what a diva.
The Quidditch practice that Skye had just participated in was much needed – it was an excellent way for the girl to blow off some steam and let loose. She had recently been very frustrated with work, always having to suppress the urge to punch the stupid wizard or witch who created a reason for her to be out at strange places at any obscure time of the day. So, instead of directing her anger to the aforementioned wizards and/or witches, she allowed herself to beat Jake to a pulp.
Well, not really a pulp – she did get him pretty good, but it was his damned fault for teasing and taunting her in front of his team, saying things about how she’s so small, so thin, no muscle, lost all her quidditch and flying skills after school, et cetera. Jake had a couple of bruises (the one that stood out the most was a black eye) that were inflicted by Skye during practice, all of which she healed with a simple charm (it was good to know some healing charms, especially if you were an obliviator), except for the developing and swollen black eye. She let Jake keep the shiner, planning to heal it for him once they got to her house.
The quiet sound of running water pattering in the shower echoed through the relatively quiet house, and as she waited for her turn, Skye tied her hair up messily and grabbed herself a glass of water. She plucked up a random magazine from the breakfast bar in the kitchen and plopped herself down on one of her couches. Time seemed to zoom right by as she grew more and more engrossed in an article that was mainly a collection of embarrassing stories submitted by readers and the silly advice column.
She realized that the sounds of the shower had stopped and made her way upstairs.
“Jake..?” She spotted the soggy and half dressed man sleeping on her bed and was so, so, so tempted to play a prank on him for sleeping on and soaking her freshly washed sheets, but instead went straight for the bathroom to clean herself up.
After her shower, she walked out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel, only to see Jake still asleep. She knew from previous experience that he slept like a log, so instead of taking clothing out of her dresser and going to the humid bathroom to change into them, she simply grabbed his shirt, threw it over his face (for good measure) and quickly put on a bra and panties. She then began to rummage around for a pair of sweatpants that she seemed to have misplaced, and a plain tank.
Jacob Darney
Sunday 6/13/10 @ 01:56 AM
Skye would have been fine dressing while Jake was asleep. The only reason why he woke up was because he felt the shirt land on his face. It took a minute before the man gained the ability to function. Once he could, he took the shirt from his face and, unfortunately, spotted the nearly bare body of the woman in front of him. The man knew that he should not stare, after all this was his friend and not some random girl he was hanging out with for the night, but he couldn’t help it. It was not every day he was given the opportunity to see her like this. The last time was when they had gone down to the pitch in his seventh year for some one on one practice with new flying techniques. At the time, the idea of knocking seemed foolish, until he walked into the other end of the locker room and there was Skye… in all of her naked glory. She got her revenge, of course, and he got yet another black eye.
He had seen her in underwear before, usually after a long night of drinking and Skye forgot that Jake had passed out unceremoniously on the couch. Always a surprise but never a bad one. This time, he felt like a pervert as the only thing he could do was mutter incoherently and burry his face back into the shirt. He was mostly sure that she would be forgiving since he had been asleep, but he never could tell with her.
“Jesus Skye, stop parading in front of me naked,” he finally told her while promptly hiding her from view by holding the shirt up like a curtain.
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