Sara woke up with a hangover and the distinct feeling that she was missing a few important articles of clothing: pants, boots, shirt, bra, panties. She groaned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, before feeling the mascara smudges underneath her lower lashes.
She tried to bring both hands up to brush her hair off of her face, but found her right arm was trapped, weighed down by something heavy. Someone heavy, she noted as she turned her head and squinted in attempts to make out the man lying in bed next to her.
When Hodges' face came into focus, she felt her heart rate increase nervously. So many questions swam in her mind, lost without their answers. She tried to pull her arm away, but he stirred, so she quickly stilled and waited.
And waited.
Twenty minutes of patiently waiting brought her to the conclusion that she would somehow have to convince his sleeping form to roll off of her arm.
Either that, or she was going to have to consider chewing her arm off.
After trying to persuade him to move by tickling his side, she smiled as her attempt became a success. Hodges rolled off of her arm. Sara was free.
Slowly, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and shivered as the cool morning air sent shivers playing across her skin. She frowned and slipped off of the bed, to travel through the strange apartment to find her clothes.
