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Apartment Above Dite's, Once More | Saturday Morning

Okay, so now Irene had had the perfect sex pollen week, thank you.

Yesterday had been quite...busy, really, and had stretched not only through all of Friday, but well into the earliest hours of Saturday as well. And what a note to end the week on!

Irene could tell, as soon as she woke, that the pollen wasn't affecting her anymore. She was still herself, but that persistent itch had left.

That was not the only thing Irene noticed upon waking.

"Oh, hello there," she murmured, sitting up and surveying her own rather drastically different body. "Been a minute, this one."

Great morning to wake up with not one but two friends, too, in light of this change.

[for the two who slept over!]

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On the bright side, at least Amaya's snoring somehow seemed lessened in her current state, and her own first indication was the fact that her initial response, upon waking up, in a bed, with other people, was to make a small groan and a shift toward the edge of the bed in the attempt to avoid anything even remotely resembling cuddling or snuggling, thank you very much.

That groan being just that slight bit deeper and huskier than usual clued her into the rest of it, which meant there was now a grunt joining it, and a hand moving to her chest as if to confirm. "Ah, zards," she murmured, "this one again..."

And, of course, now she had to shift and turn toward the others to see if it was just her or not...

"Amaya, look," Irene told her softly, reaching her hands up to touch her own upper lip. (It was not hard to figure out which of her companions was which, even without zards in the mix.) "Do I have a darling little mustache?"

Really, they were all doing each other such a disservice to not be looking in mirrors yet.

"And aren't you handsome," she added, giving Amaya a curious once-over.

Hey, waking up with two men was not really Irene's...thing, at all, but it was at least quite different.

"What the fuuuuuuck."

Well, there went anyone's chance at wondering if the third guy in bed was really Margo or not.

"Am I having that dream again?" she asked, her voice even heavier than usual. She lifted up the sheets and squinted downwards.

"Not a dream," Amaya grunted helpfully. "Just Fandom.

"And, yes, Irene," she added, somewhat dutifully, with what was meant to be a withering look and wound up just being....appreciative, "you do have a darling little moustache."

"Oh, I love it," Irene decided happily, idly touching that mustache as she would be all day, now. "Margo! Look at that beard!"

Irene, for what it was worth, did in fact have some men's clothes (several years out of fashion, even if the labels were still quite high-end) around here somewhere, for eventual use.

But not now, when she could also peer curiously at everyone. "How cute of the island. Pollen's gone, I think."

"Sexy times over, now bring in the dicks?" Margo asked. Her hand shot up towards her face. "...Fuck, I do have a beard, don't I?"

"Your beard is very darling, too, Margo," Amaya offered dryly, and gave her own chin a bit of an overdue rub of her own.

"And you're all scruffy!" Irene replied, delightedly reaching over to touch Amaya's cheek before turning her attention to Margo's beard. "Don't get me wrong, I quite miss your other shapes, but aren't you both adorable."

She'd definitely enjoyed falling asleep in a veritable pile of curves.

It had been a very nice pile of curves, and an uncomplicated one, as well as an extremely exhausted one. Margo had been grateful, after a week of whatever the fuck.

Though maybe 'whatever the fuck' also qualified for the undignified snort-laugh that came out of her mouth. "Cock my balls," she said, "Guess I finally did something my dad would approve of." She patted her new gear. "Gonna enjoy not telling him a single fucking word about it."

There was a very half-hearted attempt to tilt her chin away from having her scruff ruffled by Irene's fingers, before Amaya just grunted. "I'm just glad," she said, "I wasn't planning on getting any work done today anyway; things get a little more complicated when you've got two hammers swinging at the same time."

"Oh, I'd never have thought of that," Irene admitted, glancing down curiously at Amaya's -- hammer. "Your whole balance would change."

And she, meanwhile, already missed her own tits (everyone's tits), even if this was all interesting from a scientific standpoint.

"Least this one doesn't usually last all that long." At least, if memory served. It had been a little while.

The lack of tits was less of a concern for Margo, though-- "And I'm gonna have to either figure out my Circumstances all over again, or spend the whole weekend playing 'look what I got' with Eliot and whoever else," she sighed. "Shit. Didn't even think about that."

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"It's all fun and games," Amaya agreed with a sigh, "until the logistics hit."

She said this with all the confidence or a person who'd spent the whole time the last time this happened trying to work out all those logistics.

She then found herself stifling a bit of a yawn.

"Logistics do always go down better, though," she noted, with a hint of suggestion in her voice, "with some coffee..."

"You," Irene sighed affectionately, shoving herself up and looking around for any sort of clothes.

Ah, yes, that skimpy little silk dressing gown. That would do, just so she wasn't all bollocks-out near the hob. Seemed like a real safety issue, this having male genitalia business.

"Margo -- coffee?" There would also be tea, because Irene was way too English to deal with this level of change without tea.

Margo groaned in a way that was, in and of itself, every bit as obscene as any noise she had made yesterday. "Yes," she said. "Coffee. Now."

She patted the nearest available thigh to underscore her point.

Well, you didn't exactly need pollen for a sound like that to get a person's attention, and Amaya was just going to sigh a little at the fun new ways that attention could be had.

"Strong coffee," she emphasized. For the record.

"You wound me by suggesting I'd brew anything else," Irene tossed over her shoulder (that poor dressing gown was never going to be the same) as she headed kitchen-wards.

Though not before clocking that hand-on-thigh action and -- look, not her cup of tea, all this, but she was generally game for trying nearly anything once.

"Ugh, thanks," Margo said, shooting Amaya a wry look. "The last time I tried to ask for coffee the morning after, it was all 'oh, but wouldn't another helping of dick be nicer?'. Men."

And would you look at that, you could actually see Amaya's lifted brows in response to that because they weren't hidden by the usual thick fringe of bangs.

"More dick?" she asked, incredulous (as one might properly suspect!). "In the morning? Instead of coffee?"

She huffed her clear disapproval, shook her head with disbelief.

"Good way to not have to wait around for the island to swap it to get rid of it, if you ask me."

"I know," Margo said, shaking her head. "Obviously I was hopped up on fucking porn pollen so I went along with it, but no, nobody's sexy enough to weigh up against a good morning cuppa joe. And maybe a pastry."

Which was why she wasn't gonna jump Amaya right now, she was going to wait for that coffee, but she was going to give Amaya's face and general everything a good look. "You're a pretty dude," she said, "For like, a weekend."

And this was Amaya, having a very strong sense of a newfound appreciation for how her morning had started, with coffee then amazing threesome that led them all to where they were today.

Although now she also really wanted a pastry, too, damn...

But Margo's other comment was just going to wedge a wry snort out of her, and a faint roll of her eyes that any comment on looks (arms didn't count; arms were functional) were wont to inspire. "It better be just a weekend, although I guess if it does stick around longer, at least it picked a week where I'm already on vacation....

"....and yer not so bad yerself," she added, a moment later, after that somewhat awkward feeling that came with realizing that, for all that she'd gotten to know Margo yesterday, she still didn't really know Margo much, and she was, in general, kind of bad at this sort of thing and felt it without Irene there as a helpful buffer. Her hand waved, vaguely. "Either way."

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"Thanks," said Margo. Who mostly looked somewhere between charmed and deeply amused. "But yeah, better not more than a weekend. That rack and those guns of yours are a fucking gift to the world in more ways than one."

She stretched.

You know what? Now that she had one, all of a sudden, Amaya could almost see why someone would want to ut dick before coffee. Not that she was about to say so or bring attention to that fact. She was just going to try and focus on that coffee, maybe play around a little with the idea of seeing if Irene actually might need some help...

Margo leveled her with a sunny smile. "This weekend is gonna be fun."

Had she and Eliot maybe tried to make this happen with magic at least once before? She wasn't going to admit to it, that was for sure.

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