Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 21:19:21 GMT -5
She sat on the corner of the mattress, rolling the nude stockings up her legs. Behind her the bed’s other occupant was still asleep, though she couldn’t be sure how much longer that would be true. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, highlighting the rumpled cream sheets. She wasn’t much for morning after talk and would avoid the subject like a plague, but for now she had nothing to worry about.
Elise slid off the bed and strolled to her walk-in closet, powder blue robe wrapped tightly around her. She threw open the doors and regarded every article with a slight smirk.
“Watson?”
“Yes, m’am?”
Her lips curled more as the artificial intelligence unit answered her. She heard the rustle of sheets as well. It didn’t surprise her that Watson had awoken the bed’s other occupant. She didn’t acknowledge them quite yet, though. “Tell me, what would you wear when going to war?” She plucked a white blouse and black skirt from her selection. It was classic, but with just avant garde and stylish to fit the dark-haired beauty. “This?”
“I’d say you’d be a stunner in it,” and just like that Elise was forced to face the man in her bed.
She turned around and the dark-haired stranger smiled at her, “You’re a stunner in anything.” He was an acrobat in town. She'd met him while out for drinks with a business associate and well, the rest can be assumed from the evidence now before her. She gave him a tight smile. “Of course I am,” she chuckled and then retreated to finish dressing in the bathroom. She could hear Watson greeting the man as she did so. When she walked out and snatched her black pumps from the rack in the closet, Watson had gone quiet and the man was still undressed in her bed. Her mouth gave a twitch he didn’t see.
“So, babe…” He began.
She turned to him, her hair now pulled back high. “I’m not really good at this whole,” she gestured with her hands, “morning after bit. I have a busy day today. Clients to meet, lunch to catch. So let’s not talk and say we did, hm?” She pulled on her last pump. “It was nice night. I bet you had a good time, so that’s that.”
He went quiet and Elise finished getting ready. “There’s not much more to say is there? If you’re hungry ask Watson to make you some pancakes, his are to die for. And Jackson?”
“It’s Devin.”
She was unfazed, “Okay. Well, Watson, Hale, or Jason will call you a cab after that. Tootles.”
Elise left without another word.
It was about an hour later that she was walking down the morning sidewalks of Gotham City, her usual latte in hand and designer sunglasses covering her piercing eyes. She took a sip of her drink which had cooled just enough now as she searched the streets for the tell-tale yellow of the Gotham cabs.
She spotted one.
Elise had no sooner taken a step to flag it down when someone knocked into her. Her reaction was instantaneous. She stepped back in just enough time to avoid being covered by her latte as it fell to the ground and smashed open. Beneath her make-up her cheeks colored not in embarrassment, but anger. She gently removed her glasses and turned her eyes to glare at the person who had the gall to knock into her.
Elise slid off the bed and strolled to her walk-in closet, powder blue robe wrapped tightly around her. She threw open the doors and regarded every article with a slight smirk.
“Watson?”
“Yes, m’am?”
Her lips curled more as the artificial intelligence unit answered her. She heard the rustle of sheets as well. It didn’t surprise her that Watson had awoken the bed’s other occupant. She didn’t acknowledge them quite yet, though. “Tell me, what would you wear when going to war?” She plucked a white blouse and black skirt from her selection. It was classic, but with just avant garde and stylish to fit the dark-haired beauty. “This?”
“I’d say you’d be a stunner in it,” and just like that Elise was forced to face the man in her bed.
She turned around and the dark-haired stranger smiled at her, “You’re a stunner in anything.” He was an acrobat in town. She'd met him while out for drinks with a business associate and well, the rest can be assumed from the evidence now before her. She gave him a tight smile. “Of course I am,” she chuckled and then retreated to finish dressing in the bathroom. She could hear Watson greeting the man as she did so. When she walked out and snatched her black pumps from the rack in the closet, Watson had gone quiet and the man was still undressed in her bed. Her mouth gave a twitch he didn’t see.
“So, babe…” He began.
She turned to him, her hair now pulled back high. “I’m not really good at this whole,” she gestured with her hands, “morning after bit. I have a busy day today. Clients to meet, lunch to catch. So let’s not talk and say we did, hm?” She pulled on her last pump. “It was nice night. I bet you had a good time, so that’s that.”
He went quiet and Elise finished getting ready. “There’s not much more to say is there? If you’re hungry ask Watson to make you some pancakes, his are to die for. And Jackson?”
“It’s Devin.”
She was unfazed, “Okay. Well, Watson, Hale, or Jason will call you a cab after that. Tootles.”
Elise left without another word.
It was about an hour later that she was walking down the morning sidewalks of Gotham City, her usual latte in hand and designer sunglasses covering her piercing eyes. She took a sip of her drink which had cooled just enough now as she searched the streets for the tell-tale yellow of the Gotham cabs.
She spotted one.
Elise had no sooner taken a step to flag it down when someone knocked into her. Her reaction was instantaneous. She stepped back in just enough time to avoid being covered by her latte as it fell to the ground and smashed open. Beneath her make-up her cheeks colored not in embarrassment, but anger. She gently removed her glasses and turned her eyes to glare at the person who had the gall to knock into her.