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He was having a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream. Up until the point that something loud and irritating woke him up. Rolling over in bed, Will groaned and knocked over the alarm sending it skittering to the floor.

Pressing his face into the pillows, he breathed in the sweet scent of someone before screwing his face up in confusion. Blearily opening his eyes, he stared at the pillows then glanced at the alarm. The alarm that wasn't his, the bed sheets that weren't his, the room that most definitely wasn't his.

Groaning he lifted his arm up and opened his eyes blearily. He shouldn't drink, he really shouldn't drink when he wasn't entirely sure of where he was. Or where his clothes were.

"I'm not drinking again," Will groaned, collapsing back on the pillows.

[[open to all: wake up with will in your bed, why he's there or if he's alone is up to you.]]

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"Couple of hours. Have to pick up Isaac." It didn't take much to convince her to curl herself around Will. He was warm, she was still sleepy and it allowed her to run her own hand over his muscled chest. She really did like his body, muscles and that wonderful smile. She might not have planned to bed the local celebrity, but she wasn't going to complain about it too much.

Her lips followed her hand as she pressed them to his sternum, working her way up to his neck as her hand wandered downward. "You need to go?"

"Mm, well I'm sure we can find a way to keep ourselves occupied until then. You need a ride over to get him?" Will asked, shifting a little so Essie could settle against him. He let his hands brush down her back and over her ass. "No, I don't need to go. And I certainly don't want to."

Will stretched back, watching her with a warm, lazy smile as he felt her lips brush against his chest.

"Mmmmm, probably cab it. Things are weird right now, don't want to confuse him." Not that she wasn't confused, this felt way too good to be bad, but Isaac was a kid and with his dad being back... Ugh. She didn't want to think about Bach while she was in bed with someone else.

Besides, those hands were wandering again and that felt way too good. "Good. I don't want you to. Not yet anyway." She nibbled at his neck a little, she couldn't remember much of last night, but she knew she'd remember this morning.

"You can borrow my driver, I'll get him to drop me off first. No confusion necessary," Will murmured, pulling the covers up at first so he could glimpse the long curved lines of Essie's beautiful body before letting it fall back around their waists. "Don't you? Well, I suppose I should probably make myself useful then?"

Will groaned at the nip of her teeth against her neck before he tilted his head to catch her mouth with his.

"Your driver, hmmmm, so fancy." Smiling at the noises he made, she actually giggled when he stole a glance at her underneath the covers. When he kissed her, she decided if he wanted a look, she'd give him one. Breaking the kiss, she kicked off all the sheets and straddled his legs before leaning forward to kiss him again, feeling her breasts brush his chest and a definite ache begin between her legs.

None of which diminished the impish grin she gave as she whispered in Will's ear. "Oops. Lost the sheets. Gonna keep me warm, Mr. Useful?"

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