01-15-2024, 11:13 PM
Nox lay on the bed a little dazed from their foray into carnal pleasures of the horde. They were satisfied. And there were no regrets floating through his mind. Whatever happened next wouldn't destroy him.
He watched as Oriena slipped into the motel bathroom. It at least had good pressure and the towels were clean. And he had the same accessories that were a staple in the club's bathroom. Everyone shared, it was just easier that way. And he liked the smell, it reminded him of home whatever that was now. Kallisti and Raffe were falling off the list and he hated the moments it felt like he'd never belong there. He hated hurting Raffe. Hated losing him. Losing his home. But in the moment he felt better than he had since the break up. The horde wasn't clawing at his brain. At least there was that.
The room was a wreck. Nothing broken thankfully. He'd hate to have to explain -- and then pay for the broken furniture, but his food hadn't survived and that made his stomach growl. There was nothing other than alcohol in the mini-fridge sadly. If this became a thing then he might have to remedy that.
Nox found the remains of his leather pants and sighed. That was a price he was willing to pay -- next time there was a frenzied night out of sex he'd have to dress in more accessible clothes. Nox wondered if there was another one, or what might happen afterwards. But he wasn't going to offer for her to stay -- breakfast or otherwise. Normally he'd leave. It'd been a while since he'd had to do that. His latest conquests had all been quick stops in a bathroom, or alley or wherever the girl wanted to get down and dirty. He definitely wasn't going home with the girls at the Almaz. Ori was welcome to stay. Nox's stomach rumbled and he sighed.
Nox pulled out the shorts and t-shirt from the drawers and shook out whatever wrinkles they'd accumulated and slipped them on.
He cleaned up the mess they'd made and neatly lay Ori's clothes on the bed. The room wasn't pristine, but it was at least presentable. He wasn't a neat freak but he was organized. Had to be when you lived out of a bag.
He knocked on the bathroom door and opened it. There was no view with the green shower curtain that hung in the bathroom to keep the floor dry. "I'm gonna grab some more food, there is a diner around the corner. Stay as long as you like." He wanted to say thank you. To be a sap. To feel more than just satisfied to tell her he'd appreciated everything -- everything. But Ori would likely despise the moment so he just let it hang with awkward knock on the door as he closed it.
Nox left knowing Ori might slip out, she might stay. It didn't matter. She'd been a safe place in the storm of his life -- she might be another port another time, and he'd take it if offered again. That's what it meant to be non-traditional friends he guessed. Unspoken words and strange kindnesses. She's made more of an impression than so many other people in his life. She would hate it but she was a friend he didn't want to alienate.
He watched as Oriena slipped into the motel bathroom. It at least had good pressure and the towels were clean. And he had the same accessories that were a staple in the club's bathroom. Everyone shared, it was just easier that way. And he liked the smell, it reminded him of home whatever that was now. Kallisti and Raffe were falling off the list and he hated the moments it felt like he'd never belong there. He hated hurting Raffe. Hated losing him. Losing his home. But in the moment he felt better than he had since the break up. The horde wasn't clawing at his brain. At least there was that.
The room was a wreck. Nothing broken thankfully. He'd hate to have to explain -- and then pay for the broken furniture, but his food hadn't survived and that made his stomach growl. There was nothing other than alcohol in the mini-fridge sadly. If this became a thing then he might have to remedy that.
Nox found the remains of his leather pants and sighed. That was a price he was willing to pay -- next time there was a frenzied night out of sex he'd have to dress in more accessible clothes. Nox wondered if there was another one, or what might happen afterwards. But he wasn't going to offer for her to stay -- breakfast or otherwise. Normally he'd leave. It'd been a while since he'd had to do that. His latest conquests had all been quick stops in a bathroom, or alley or wherever the girl wanted to get down and dirty. He definitely wasn't going home with the girls at the Almaz. Ori was welcome to stay. Nox's stomach rumbled and he sighed.
Nox pulled out the shorts and t-shirt from the drawers and shook out whatever wrinkles they'd accumulated and slipped them on.
He cleaned up the mess they'd made and neatly lay Ori's clothes on the bed. The room wasn't pristine, but it was at least presentable. He wasn't a neat freak but he was organized. Had to be when you lived out of a bag.
He knocked on the bathroom door and opened it. There was no view with the green shower curtain that hung in the bathroom to keep the floor dry. "I'm gonna grab some more food, there is a diner around the corner. Stay as long as you like." He wanted to say thank you. To be a sap. To feel more than just satisfied to tell her he'd appreciated everything -- everything. But Ori would likely despise the moment so he just let it hang with awkward knock on the door as he closed it.
Nox left knowing Ori might slip out, she might stay. It didn't matter. She'd been a safe place in the storm of his life -- she might be another port another time, and he'd take it if offered again. That's what it meant to be non-traditional friends he guessed. Unspoken words and strange kindnesses. She's made more of an impression than so many other people in his life. She would hate it but she was a friend he didn't want to alienate.
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