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'Unlock your door', Stephie sent Ry in a text from the corner of his street, 'im almost there.'
It was a warm night, full of wind, and she'd taken her time walking over. Her footsteps had been slow, not out of any need not to get there, but because her head was full of thoughs and dragging her feet gave her time to sort them out. Even though, by the time she sat down on his front step, (not wanting to knock incase she woke the other housemates- Ry would be down soon enough anyway) her head still wasn't any clearer.
Ry stood up from his computer where he had been instant messaging Jocelin. You are becoming quite the net slut, aren't you? he posted, before going towards his mobile that was still vibrating. brb he added as he turned the screen off and left the room.
He had left Jocelin's house soon after the speed when his friend had wanted to crash and Ry had still felt quite wired. Must be a severe case of insomnia that had Slink also up and online and coming to his house at this time of night. What was it, around 4am?
Whatever. He opened the door and could see her straight away. He waved her inside and shut the door quietly.
Stephie let out a sigh and put her arms around him. "Heh," she said, "don't you smell spliftastic tonight."
"Told you I wasn't in the right state for visitors, but you said you'd come over anyway," Ry said, holding her tighter than usual around the waist, and speaking softly. They weren't right outside of Lexie's door, but they were close enough that he worried. "Does the smell upset you?" he asked.
Stephie shook her head against his chest, grateful for the tightness of his arms, although she couldn't put her finger on why. "Tell me now if you have none to share, so I don't get my hopes up." She said, following his example and almost whispering. She hadn't had drugs of any kind since- before she moved out, but at the moment she wasn't going to say no to some pot.
"Yeah, there's plenty. Jocelin doesn't skimp. Here, come upstairs with me." He took a hold of her hand, and lead her slowly down the hallway towards the stairs that lead to his room in the attic. Closing the door behind them quietly, he turned to look at her, drifting his thumb over her cheek and lips. "You look pretty tonight," he told her, still speaking softly for some reason.
"You're stoned," she replied with a small smile, lips moving against his thumb.
"Very." Ry smiled indulgently. He really didn't want to move away from Slink and the door. And anywhere comfortable was so far away. Why couldn't they just stay here? Slink didn't appear to be objecting yet...
"So, what keeps you so awake at this time of night?" he asked.
"I woke up in the middle of the afternoon, found I had nothing to do, and went back to bed." Stephie said wryly, "so I really only got up just before five." She resettled her arms around him and kissed him lightly on the neck.
Ry nodded, as though this was the only kind of answer that could be expected by such a question. "Yes, sleeping in the middle of the day is the answer to..." He seemed to lose his train of thought mid sentence. "Maybe great things." Ry nodded, as though that was what he expected to say all along.
He shifted his lips so that her kiss could only land a little below his lips, and then claimed her lips in a proper kiss, inserting his tongue teasingly. This was perfect. Why didn't he invite her over everytime he was stoned.
Stephie shivered lightly as she closed her eyes, opening her mouth so their tongues could play. It wasn't their usual kiss- unlike most others, this one didn't seem to have any intention of getting them into each others' pants as soon as possible. (In fact, Stephie would be quite happy is Ry didn't find Tasha's hickey on her thigh, more for the fact that she didn't have the energy to explain it than any other reason.)
Pulling away from the kiss, Ry looked upon Slink fondly, then, as though remembering himself, he turned away to his computer, minimising the conversation between he and Jocelin - Jocelin's last comment saying, Getting jiggy with the missus then, should I expect? - and pulling up some music to play softly in his room.
"Have you rolled a spliff before?" he asked Slink, honestly not knowing, and not wanting to presume, "Or do you want me to do one for you?"
"The only trouble I ever had with rolling spliffs," Stephie said, sitting down on the bed, "was getting caught doing them at school. I wasn't, uh, the cleverest fourteen year old, as you can imagine."
Chuckling a little under his breath, Ry reached over to his bedside table for the papers he kept there and threw her the little plastic bag that had the already chopped up pot. "Make one for me as well while you're at it?" he asked, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
Stephie shot her arm up and caught the pot mid-flight. She was out of rolling-practice, but got them both done and flopped down on her stomach and elbows next to Ry on the bed. "Here," she passed his over.
Giving a drowsy little smile, he took the proffered spliff and lit it, before leaning over to light Slink's. He paused for a moment in the reaching; his hand was just in front of her and she was looking down at it. He just stared at her for a moment. He wanted to memorise her features. She was going to notice he wasn't moving any closer to her soon.
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Stephie tipped her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked, with a curious little smile on her mouth.
Ry just shook his head, his eyes going to the fire that he flicked on in the lighter and waited for her to move the spliff close enough that it would catch light. While thinking that, he remembered to breathe in of his own.
Stephie lit her spliff. "So, what about you? Why are you up this, um, early?"
Raising his eyebrow, Ry slid his head to the side and blinked his eyes slowly before looking at her again. "Slink, sweetheart. Small talk does not become us. We are not casual shags nor friends with no common interests."
Stephie closed her eyes and shook her head, amused. Alright then, Stephie inhaled and exhaled slowly, let him begin a conversation.
Ry paused a moment to see if she would say anything further, then took a deep, relaxing breath in.... held.... breathed it out again. God. There was nothing like it. Yet with the speed still zinging its way through his blood, he could feel that there was no way this was going to sate him for hours on end like usual.
Stephie rolled over and lay on her back, should touching Ry's, watching her smoke twisting and blending with his before diffusing into invisibility. Lying on her bed was what she'd been doing for most of the day, but it was a far less depressing activity in company. She took another breath and held her mouth open, letting the smoke do its thing without interference from her breath.
A smirk crossed Ry's face as he watched the smoke ease itself from between Slink's lips. He breathed in another toke, then rolled over so he was on top of her momentarily. Before she could voice any objection, but after she had opened her mouth to make one, Ry took her lips under his and breathed the smoke from his mouth to hers. Then he rolled over back onto his back and took another toke.
Well that was certainly... one way to do it. Less hot in one way, far more in another. Stephie turned her head to look at him and smiled to show her amusement.
"You know," he said lazily, "I would offer you whiskey too, but I think I left what was left of mine at Jocelin's." Ry pondered it a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I'm pretty sure that is what I did." He looked at her. "Sorry."
"Mmm," Stephie chuckled. "Sounds like you."
"Sounds like..." Ry drifted off. "What do you mean sounds like me? What sounds like me?" He was running out of spliff. Horror!
"Plenty of things." Stephie said. "Like... bears."
"Bears.. ahh," Ry said, suddenly understanding. "Oh yeah, me and bears... we go... way back." He settled back against the bed with a little smile on his face.
Stephie giggled. "Bears were never so stoned."
"Did you ever wonder why they were always so grumpy?" Ry asked, gesturing with his stump of mostly filter. He sighed, sat up and started rolling himself another one. "Can I get you another, my love?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
My love? thought Stephie, but didn't voice it. He was probably just stoned... right?
"Sure." she said, handing him her own stump.
Placing both stumps into an ash tray he had handy, Ry got distracted by the smell of Slink and drifted back there before making the spliffs. They would keep. "You smell good," he murmured softly, nuzzling into her neck a little.
Stephie chuckled in amusement, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I smell like pot."
"No.. under that," Ry said. "You smell like... strawberries. Freshly picked. Sweet. Huh." He pulled her back towards the mattress, knowing that if she didn't want to lie down, there wasn't gonna be a lot he could do about it.
"Strawberries?" Stephie protested, without that much effort. "I should be offended." She gave him a prod in the side, but it was only for appearances sake as she let herself sink down onto the bed with him.
"Oh, right, that's too girly. I should have... thought?" Ry pondered for another word he could liken her smell to. They lay down together, Ry's arms around her. "Okay, you smell like wood. More manly for you?"
"I am not manly, nor am I girly." Stephie mumbled, using his chest as a pillow. "I am..." she paused, "Slinky. And I make profound identity claims at four in the morning."
Ry laughed, his eyes falling closed as he leaned his head forward. Well, that was unexpected. He hugged Slink closer to him and decided that he liked her being 'Slinky'.
It took him a while to realise that he hadn't said that aloud. Maybe sleep was the call of the evening.
"Stoned and sleepy bear." Stephie mumbled into his chest.
"Sleepy stoned," Ry repeated, snuggling her in closer. "Goo-night, Slink. Love you."
Stephie moved her leg over his and tucked her hand under the other side of his body. Somewhere outside, there were birds starting to sing.
Love you.
Stephie opened one eye, and listened to him breath for a few moments. It was still dark, and some things were just... safer to say in the world of night. She had no idea how she felt in the morning, but now? Stephie swallowed quietly and closed her eye. "Love you too." she whispered.
His breathing was steady and Ry was asleep. Not even with the covers on. That's okay, it wasn't cold here at this time of year with a Slink lying across him.
It seemed like she'd only just closed her eyes, but the light of the world had changed and her Ry-pillow was stirring underneath her. "Whaddyadoing?" she murmured, eyes stubbornly closed I'm too comfortable for it to be morning. "Bad pillow, no moving."
Ry blinked, opened his eyes, closed them again, shoved Slink a little in order to allow himself a full stretch. Memories of the night were flashing through his mind. Wow, he owed Jocelin a tidy amount of money, and somehow, he didn't think the bottle of whiskey was going to cover it. It had been a cheep bottle of whiskey.
It was a warm night, full of wind, and she'd taken her time walking over. Her footsteps had been slow, not out of any need not to get there, but because her head was full of thoughs and dragging her feet gave her time to sort them out. Even though, by the time she sat down on his front step, (not wanting to knock incase she woke the other housemates- Ry would be down soon enough anyway) her head still wasn't any clearer.
Ry stood up from his computer where he had been instant messaging Jocelin. You are becoming quite the net slut, aren't you? he posted, before going towards his mobile that was still vibrating. brb he added as he turned the screen off and left the room.
He had left Jocelin's house soon after the speed when his friend had wanted to crash and Ry had still felt quite wired. Must be a severe case of insomnia that had Slink also up and online and coming to his house at this time of night. What was it, around 4am?
Whatever. He opened the door and could see her straight away. He waved her inside and shut the door quietly.
Stephie let out a sigh and put her arms around him. "Heh," she said, "don't you smell spliftastic tonight."
"Told you I wasn't in the right state for visitors, but you said you'd come over anyway," Ry said, holding her tighter than usual around the waist, and speaking softly. They weren't right outside of Lexie's door, but they were close enough that he worried. "Does the smell upset you?" he asked.
Stephie shook her head against his chest, grateful for the tightness of his arms, although she couldn't put her finger on why. "Tell me now if you have none to share, so I don't get my hopes up." She said, following his example and almost whispering. She hadn't had drugs of any kind since- before she moved out, but at the moment she wasn't going to say no to some pot.
"Yeah, there's plenty. Jocelin doesn't skimp. Here, come upstairs with me." He took a hold of her hand, and lead her slowly down the hallway towards the stairs that lead to his room in the attic. Closing the door behind them quietly, he turned to look at her, drifting his thumb over her cheek and lips. "You look pretty tonight," he told her, still speaking softly for some reason.
"You're stoned," she replied with a small smile, lips moving against his thumb.
"Very." Ry smiled indulgently. He really didn't want to move away from Slink and the door. And anywhere comfortable was so far away. Why couldn't they just stay here? Slink didn't appear to be objecting yet...
"So, what keeps you so awake at this time of night?" he asked.
"I woke up in the middle of the afternoon, found I had nothing to do, and went back to bed." Stephie said wryly, "so I really only got up just before five." She resettled her arms around him and kissed him lightly on the neck.
Ry nodded, as though this was the only kind of answer that could be expected by such a question. "Yes, sleeping in the middle of the day is the answer to..." He seemed to lose his train of thought mid sentence. "Maybe great things." Ry nodded, as though that was what he expected to say all along.
He shifted his lips so that her kiss could only land a little below his lips, and then claimed her lips in a proper kiss, inserting his tongue teasingly. This was perfect. Why didn't he invite her over everytime he was stoned.
Stephie shivered lightly as she closed her eyes, opening her mouth so their tongues could play. It wasn't their usual kiss- unlike most others, this one didn't seem to have any intention of getting them into each others' pants as soon as possible. (In fact, Stephie would be quite happy is Ry didn't find Tasha's hickey on her thigh, more for the fact that she didn't have the energy to explain it than any other reason.)
Pulling away from the kiss, Ry looked upon Slink fondly, then, as though remembering himself, he turned away to his computer, minimising the conversation between he and Jocelin - Jocelin's last comment saying, Getting jiggy with the missus then, should I expect? - and pulling up some music to play softly in his room.
"Have you rolled a spliff before?" he asked Slink, honestly not knowing, and not wanting to presume, "Or do you want me to do one for you?"
"The only trouble I ever had with rolling spliffs," Stephie said, sitting down on the bed, "was getting caught doing them at school. I wasn't, uh, the cleverest fourteen year old, as you can imagine."
Chuckling a little under his breath, Ry reached over to his bedside table for the papers he kept there and threw her the little plastic bag that had the already chopped up pot. "Make one for me as well while you're at it?" he asked, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
Stephie shot her arm up and caught the pot mid-flight. She was out of rolling-practice, but got them both done and flopped down on her stomach and elbows next to Ry on the bed. "Here," she passed his over.
Giving a drowsy little smile, he took the proffered spliff and lit it, before leaning over to light Slink's. He paused for a moment in the reaching; his hand was just in front of her and she was looking down at it. He just stared at her for a moment. He wanted to memorise her features. She was going to notice he wasn't moving any closer to her soon.
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Stephie tipped her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked, with a curious little smile on her mouth.
Ry just shook his head, his eyes going to the fire that he flicked on in the lighter and waited for her to move the spliff close enough that it would catch light. While thinking that, he remembered to breathe in of his own.
Stephie lit her spliff. "So, what about you? Why are you up this, um, early?"
Raising his eyebrow, Ry slid his head to the side and blinked his eyes slowly before looking at her again. "Slink, sweetheart. Small talk does not become us. We are not casual shags nor friends with no common interests."
Stephie closed her eyes and shook her head, amused. Alright then, Stephie inhaled and exhaled slowly, let him begin a conversation.
Ry paused a moment to see if she would say anything further, then took a deep, relaxing breath in.... held.... breathed it out again. God. There was nothing like it. Yet with the speed still zinging its way through his blood, he could feel that there was no way this was going to sate him for hours on end like usual.
Stephie rolled over and lay on her back, should touching Ry's, watching her smoke twisting and blending with his before diffusing into invisibility. Lying on her bed was what she'd been doing for most of the day, but it was a far less depressing activity in company. She took another breath and held her mouth open, letting the smoke do its thing without interference from her breath.
A smirk crossed Ry's face as he watched the smoke ease itself from between Slink's lips. He breathed in another toke, then rolled over so he was on top of her momentarily. Before she could voice any objection, but after she had opened her mouth to make one, Ry took her lips under his and breathed the smoke from his mouth to hers. Then he rolled over back onto his back and took another toke.
Well that was certainly... one way to do it. Less hot in one way, far more in another. Stephie turned her head to look at him and smiled to show her amusement.
"You know," he said lazily, "I would offer you whiskey too, but I think I left what was left of mine at Jocelin's." Ry pondered it a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I'm pretty sure that is what I did." He looked at her. "Sorry."
"Mmm," Stephie chuckled. "Sounds like you."
"Sounds like..." Ry drifted off. "What do you mean sounds like me? What sounds like me?" He was running out of spliff. Horror!
"Plenty of things." Stephie said. "Like... bears."
"Bears.. ahh," Ry said, suddenly understanding. "Oh yeah, me and bears... we go... way back." He settled back against the bed with a little smile on his face.
Stephie giggled. "Bears were never so stoned."
"Did you ever wonder why they were always so grumpy?" Ry asked, gesturing with his stump of mostly filter. He sighed, sat up and started rolling himself another one. "Can I get you another, my love?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
My love? thought Stephie, but didn't voice it. He was probably just stoned... right?
"Sure." she said, handing him her own stump.
Placing both stumps into an ash tray he had handy, Ry got distracted by the smell of Slink and drifted back there before making the spliffs. They would keep. "You smell good," he murmured softly, nuzzling into her neck a little.
Stephie chuckled in amusement, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I smell like pot."
"No.. under that," Ry said. "You smell like... strawberries. Freshly picked. Sweet. Huh." He pulled her back towards the mattress, knowing that if she didn't want to lie down, there wasn't gonna be a lot he could do about it.
"Strawberries?" Stephie protested, without that much effort. "I should be offended." She gave him a prod in the side, but it was only for appearances sake as she let herself sink down onto the bed with him.
"Oh, right, that's too girly. I should have... thought?" Ry pondered for another word he could liken her smell to. They lay down together, Ry's arms around her. "Okay, you smell like wood. More manly for you?"
"I am not manly, nor am I girly." Stephie mumbled, using his chest as a pillow. "I am..." she paused, "Slinky. And I make profound identity claims at four in the morning."
Ry laughed, his eyes falling closed as he leaned his head forward. Well, that was unexpected. He hugged Slink closer to him and decided that he liked her being 'Slinky'.
It took him a while to realise that he hadn't said that aloud. Maybe sleep was the call of the evening.
"Stoned and sleepy bear." Stephie mumbled into his chest.
"Sleepy stoned," Ry repeated, snuggling her in closer. "Goo-night, Slink. Love you."
Stephie moved her leg over his and tucked her hand under the other side of his body. Somewhere outside, there were birds starting to sing.
Love you.
Stephie opened one eye, and listened to him breath for a few moments. It was still dark, and some things were just... safer to say in the world of night. She had no idea how she felt in the morning, but now? Stephie swallowed quietly and closed her eye. "Love you too." she whispered.
His breathing was steady and Ry was asleep. Not even with the covers on. That's okay, it wasn't cold here at this time of year with a Slink lying across him.
It seemed like she'd only just closed her eyes, but the light of the world had changed and her Ry-pillow was stirring underneath her. "Whaddyadoing?" she murmured, eyes stubbornly closed I'm too comfortable for it to be morning. "Bad pillow, no moving."
Ry blinked, opened his eyes, closed them again, shoved Slink a little in order to allow himself a full stretch. Memories of the night were flashing through his mind. Wow, he owed Jocelin a tidy amount of money, and somehow, he didn't think the bottle of whiskey was going to cover it. It had been a cheep bottle of whiskey.
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