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Singing
Alex woke to the sound of singing and realised vaguely that everything ached.
"Harry?" he asked.
"Making tea!" floated a voice.
"Oh god! no!" Alex tumbled out of bed in a panic.
"Oh calm down! I can't possibly mess up tea."
Harry appeared in the doorway, a mug in each hand. Alex peered dolefully up at her from where he sat on the floor.
"My shirt suits you," he managed.
"My clothes are ruined remember. Come on! tea!" She thrust one of the steaming mugs at him.
"Are you always this perky in the morning?" Alex asked and sipped cautiously at the tea which, he had to admit, could have been a lot worse.
"Only after great sex and when I've narrowly escaped being killed." Harry sat down cross-legged on the bed, which did rather distracting things to Alex's shirt.
Alex scrambled slowly up onto the bed next to her. "Everything hurts," he complained.
Harry looked serious for a moment. "Yeah, my everything hurts too, but, `Zipper-di-ay, My, oh my it's a wonderful day'" she finished with a trill.
Alex groaned. "Seriously Harry, your taste in music is worse than your cooking."
Harry grinned, leaned over and kissed him. "You're such a romantic Alex."
"Harry?" he asked.
"Making tea!" floated a voice.
"Oh god! no!" Alex tumbled out of bed in a panic.
"Oh calm down! I can't possibly mess up tea."
Harry appeared in the doorway, a mug in each hand. Alex peered dolefully up at her from where he sat on the floor.
"My shirt suits you," he managed.
"My clothes are ruined remember. Come on! tea!" She thrust one of the steaming mugs at him.
"Are you always this perky in the morning?" Alex asked and sipped cautiously at the tea which, he had to admit, could have been a lot worse.
"Only after great sex and when I've narrowly escaped being killed." Harry sat down cross-legged on the bed, which did rather distracting things to Alex's shirt.
Alex scrambled slowly up onto the bed next to her. "Everything hurts," he complained.
Harry looked serious for a moment. "Yeah, my everything hurts too, but, `Zipper-di-ay, My, oh my it's a wonderful day'" she finished with a trill.
Alex groaned. "Seriously Harry, your taste in music is worse than your cooking."
Harry grinned, leaned over and kissed him. "You're such a romantic Alex."