I wasn't planning on posting anything for KH (I have a lot of unfinished projects floating around and I'm almost finished with two of them!) but I saw today's WotD and figured it couldn't hurt.

Post Electricity (53).

$4$

Kef: (n.) a state of drowsy contentment.

Waking up with a hangover always requires a special amount of care, and twice as much when blind. Over the last couple of years, he had long since mastered that particular art, but there was always that inevitable morning when he woke up without a memory of doing anything the night before.

That was what Auggie experienced this particular morning, making the fatal mistake of rolling over and immediately groaned. His head was swimming—turns out the spins were four times worse when vision was taken away—and there was a pounding behind his temples that only meant bad things for the rest of the day.

"Hey, you okay?" Annie's voice somehow floated through the drums in his brain, and it was an almost instantaneous balm on the violence going on inside him. He didn't really remember why she was sharing a bed with him, but there had to be a good reason for it—he wasn't foolish enough to hope for the most obvious and therefore most unlikely answer.

"I'm—" he winced at the volume of his own voice, and then tried again at a lower register. "Well, I'm not dead, as far as I can tell."

She laughed softly, and he felt the mattress shift as she moved closer. "No, you're not dead," she whispered, and he was unbelievably grateful for her quietness. "Though I was starting to worry about that last night."

Truthfully, he remembered next to nothing about the last night, other than the basics—they had gotten drunk, watched a movie, the usual bored-with-nothing-better-to-do standard Friday night line-up. Beyond that everything else was a blur—wait, did he kiss her arm at some point?

"You woke up at like 4 in the morning last night, even drunker than before, and insisted I share the bed with you because the couch 'wasn't comfortable enough.' I only broke down and agreed because I was afraid if I didn't you would keep wandering around and trip and crack your head open."

That explained that. He'd be pretty damn disappointed with himself if it turned out he'd somehow managed to sleep with her and didn't remember a second of it.

"Sorry about that," he said, wincing again, this time more from his drunken belligerent actions than his hangover. "But it is true that my bed's way more comfortable than the couch."

"That may be, but I didn't get to spend a whole lot of time appreciating the actual bed," she replied, and his eyebrows shot up involuntarily. "The second I agreed to share you kind of tackle-hugged me and wouldn't let me go. So I spent most of the night sleeping more on you than the bed."

Auggie's smile curved into an automatic smirk at her poor wording, and she had no problem retaliating with a flick on his nose. It was gentle enough to not disturb his hangover, but he still blinked ineffectually in surprise. "Did you… flick my nose?"

"Yes," she replied proudly. "You were being bad."

"Am I your puppy?" he asked rhetorically, rolling over on his stomach. His head protested the movement, but luckily his pillows all did their job and there wasn't too much pain involved.

"Yup," she answered, and he could feel her snuggling into the pillows and blankets close to him. He ignored the urge to wrap his arm around her waist and drag her closer because he figured she'd probably do a lot worse than flick his nose.

"Can we just stay here all day?" he mumbled into his pillow, changing the subject to get away from his thoughts. Besides, his bed did feel kind of amazing at the moment. Moving seemed like too impossible a task.

Annie hummed, and he felt her light touch on his shoulder. "Hangover that bad?" she asked, and he nodded once into his pillow, and then groaned pitifully. That hadn't been the best idea, in retrospect.

She rubbed small circles into his shoulder blade, and the muscle almost immediately relaxed. "Sorry, Aug," she commiserated. "If you want you can loaf in bed and I can make us an anti-hangover breakfast if you want."

While oddly touched by the gesture, at the moment her hand was doing wonderful things to his shoulder and he knew that the second she moved the heat in the bed would be displaced and he'd have to rearrange the sheets and blankets to compensate for her loss and it would be an even bigger mess for his migraine… "Don't go," he said, pulling his head out of the pillows long enough to turn and face her. She paused, uncertain, so he felt compelled to add, "Just be lazy with me for a while. Please."

It was that please that did it, they both knew it, because Annie was suddenly more pressed against his side, not quite snuggling with him but close enough and he grinned.

They might need to do this again someday.

$4$

It's late, but I was determined to finish it before I went to sleep.

I didn't think last night's episode was too bad… I'm disappointed Peter Gallagher wasn't more badass (we couldn't have him punch somebody again?). And I don't think Auggie's girlfriend is awful. Parker at least seems cute, which is a major step up from that Liza nonsense last season.

(And I seriously only remember her name because she shares the same first name as my favorite character on Leverage. My life is that sad.)