Ravenwasn’t used to being woken up. Ever since getting to Earth, she had typicallyfound herself waking with the sun. She had her duties, procrastination was notan option. Though, whenever those mornings involved intoxication, there was noway in hell she’d get up easily. Feeling a T-shirt being thrown at her face,she groaned out of irritation. Why couldn’t people just leave her alone?The sheet that had barely covered her fell from her chest, as she rubbed her eyes - trying to wake herself up. Seeing the other figure standing up, she realized where she was. ❝What the fuckinghell,❞ she blurted out. It took a minute forher to recall the previous night, remembering that she had been the oneentering his tent with a request. Cursing quietly to herself, she pulled on theT-Shirt and looked away from him. Watching him was like getting a cold shower,reminding her of everything that happened.
Looking toher pants, she knew it would take quite some time to get her numb leg in them. ‘ Just focus on what you’re doing, ‘ she thought. Normally, it would havebeen easy to pretend like it was nothing, but her conquest left much to bedesired. With Bellamy, she had just walked out as if it was nothing. He washot, and he hadn’t shot her. Murphy, however, was someone she detested. Why on Earth she thought itwas a good idea to sleep with the devil, she didn’t know – but the throbbing inher head should be explanation enough. Having finally inched herself into her pants, she looked for her brace. ❝ Where d’ya leave it, ❞ she rasped out, sleep staining her chords.
John didn’t know what the proper etiquette was for kicking someone out of your bed after you’d has sex with them. He wouldn’t usually care, but considering it was Raven and he was still hungover, the awkwardness of it was thick in the air. “You need to get up,” he told her when she had blurted out the question. He watched as she realization started to dawn and the memories of last night came flooding back, causing his lips to tug up into a smirk at that and a chuckle to escape them despite how his own head still hurt from the night of drinking. Sure, Raven was annoying and it was grating how she was still hung up on the fact that he’d shot her, but he found that the more she grew irritated of him and reacted like this? The more it amused him. Plus, sex was sex and he wasn’t going to pretend like he regretted it, which she obviously would be doing.
He laid back down on his bed when she moved to get dressed, seeing as it was his tent the boy didn’t feel the need to rush to get dressed. He lifted his head back up at her rough voice and words, humming lightly. “Leave what?” he asked, shaking his head and raising a brow at her, watching as Raven looked around for something, only then realizing that she meant her brace. “The fuck should I know?” he asked, rolling his eyes. “You’re the one that practically threw it off last night,” he muttered but sat up to give a cursory glance around the tent and spotted it in the corner. “It’s over there,” he pointed out and rolled his eyes when he knew that the girl would try to limp over to get it. “For fuck’s sake, let me get it,” he told her, getting up and going to grab the contraption. “Not going to need help getting it back on too are you?” he asked, though his tone was obviously sarcastic and patronizing.
