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Sweet Mother of Hell, where am I? Noah slowly but surely roused to consciousness amongst a sea of sheets and pillows. His mouth was disgustingly dry with a strange taste of... he moved his unmoistened tongue around and couldn't quite identify it.
He tried to move his right arm to rub the gunk out of his eyes, but found it to be numb. He used his left instead as he tilted his head and found himself staring at the enticing curves of a human woman's perky arse. His eyes followed the olive-toned contours of her back and the waterfall of loose black curls that was her hair. The face he saw was lightly freckled and gorgeous, with a cute little nose and naturally long lashes. He hated this part...
He leaned his left arm over and pushed the bed around his arm down to try and take her weight off of it. He turned his shoulders to pull it out from under her, and once he did he laid back flat. He went to roll over and was forced to make a correction at the last second; there was another woman on the other side of him.
He now straddled a Zeltron. Her hair was a deep red, almost black, and her skin was a shade of light pink. His eyes almost locked on the swell of her chest beneath him, the motion of it rising and falling with each breath as she lay slightly on her side.
Son of a bitch... He thought to himself. He didn't want to abandon two partners in one night. He kept looking on the floor next to the bed and failed to see his clothes amongst the tangled mess of what lay on the ground. He took one last longing at the woman's body in the early morning light. He saw no choice but to push himself back and land on his but between her feet.
The bed rocked a little and Noah noticed movement now to his left, near the feet of the first woman. There, lying stark naked and without covering, was a Pantoran woman with purple hair and prominent features. She was more petite than the other two, but by no measure was she less beautiful. Noah barely had time to think of what to do next before he heard the shower turning off.
How long has that been running?! He thought to himself as he saw a man come walking out, tucking a towel around the waist of his still glimmering body.
Around the Coruscanti Penthouse, there was no doubt any less confusion about what had happened the night before...
[if anything is too graphic, please just PM me instead of locking this thread, and I'll edit accordingly, thank you]
@Prudence @argutator @Therakill @Proleptic @Captain Canuck @Rae Anne Jarrus @Tristyn @WhoeverElseWantsToHaveAHangover
He tried to move his right arm to rub the gunk out of his eyes, but found it to be numb. He used his left instead as he tilted his head and found himself staring at the enticing curves of a human woman's perky arse. His eyes followed the olive-toned contours of her back and the waterfall of loose black curls that was her hair. The face he saw was lightly freckled and gorgeous, with a cute little nose and naturally long lashes. He hated this part...
He leaned his left arm over and pushed the bed around his arm down to try and take her weight off of it. He turned his shoulders to pull it out from under her, and once he did he laid back flat. He went to roll over and was forced to make a correction at the last second; there was another woman on the other side of him.
He now straddled a Zeltron. Her hair was a deep red, almost black, and her skin was a shade of light pink. His eyes almost locked on the swell of her chest beneath him, the motion of it rising and falling with each breath as she lay slightly on her side.
Son of a bitch... He thought to himself. He didn't want to abandon two partners in one night. He kept looking on the floor next to the bed and failed to see his clothes amongst the tangled mess of what lay on the ground. He took one last longing at the woman's body in the early morning light. He saw no choice but to push himself back and land on his but between her feet.
The bed rocked a little and Noah noticed movement now to his left, near the feet of the first woman. There, lying stark naked and without covering, was a Pantoran woman with purple hair and prominent features. She was more petite than the other two, but by no measure was she less beautiful. Noah barely had time to think of what to do next before he heard the shower turning off.
How long has that been running?! He thought to himself as he saw a man come walking out, tucking a towel around the waist of his still glimmering body.
Around the Coruscanti Penthouse, there was no doubt any less confusion about what had happened the night before...
[if anything is too graphic, please just PM me instead of locking this thread, and I'll edit accordingly, thank you]
@Prudence @argutator @Therakill @Proleptic @Captain Canuck @Rae Anne Jarrus @Tristyn @WhoeverElseWantsToHaveAHangover