Apartment Above Dite's, Once More | Saturday Morning

[begmetwice]

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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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

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."

[special_rabbit]

"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..."

[begmetwice]

"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.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

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.

[special_rabbit]

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.

[begmetwice]

"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.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"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."

[special_rabbit]

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."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"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."

[special_rabbit]

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."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"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.

[special_rabbit]

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...

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

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.