Room 222 | Sunday Morning

[pursuedthestars]

Jim hadn't wasted any time in getting back to his room. Hey, he would almost welcome Jackson's presence after all that time without privacy. He didn't mind the bouncy castles but man, the novelty wore off quick and he didn't like rolling over in the middle of the night and ending up splayed against the side of a castle with plastic up his nose.

He'd brought Natalie the snake back first, setting her up on his bed so she could slither around and do her snake thing before going back and getting the rest of his stuff. He'd dropped all that on the floor beside his bed and stretched before flopping down beside Natalie.

Who was still a snake.

"You ever gonna change back?" he asked idly, not expecting a response. He got none. Jim sighed and tucked an arm under his head. Snakes were not great conversation partners.

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[whenshewasnice]

"I feel great," Natalie sighed, shifting a bit so she could try getting all tangled up with him. Naked and warm and cozy and she just wanted to bury her face against his chest. "Not-boyfriend."

[pursuedthestars]

"Good," he said, laughing in response to that. "Because I'm not moving so I hope you feel good enough to stick around for awhile."

Because he was not moving.

[whenshewasnice]

"I feel good enough to stick around forever. Although that's the same kind of post-orgasmic crazy talk as wanting to drop the 'not' for the next week. But still."

Her mumbly gist was that she was not moving either.

[pursuedthestars]

"Go to sleep, Natalie," Jim told her, shaking his head. "We'll talk more later."

[whenshewasnice]

"Okay."

Her eyes were closed, and she was plastered against him. A nap sounded nice.