notfaking_it | [Morning after the rave

As a general rule, Lily didn't regret things.

Waking up beside Nina, though, she realized she wasn't sure the other woman would view what had happened the previous night the same way. Of course, part of what she liked so much about Nina was that she was never entirely sure how she might react to anything. Every so often she would manage to surprise Lily completely and she liked that. It was part of why they were waking up in the same bed in the first place.

The sun was already pouring through the slated windows and Lily rose from the bed, reaching over to open them entirely, letting the light into the room. She was a little dehydrated and there was a dull pressure in her temples, but given what she'd taken the night before, she felt better than expected. Still, a couple advil would have been welcome at that moment.

Pouring herself some water, she turned back to the bed, watching Nina. In New York, she hadn't thought much about what Nina had thought had gone on between them. As far as she was concerned, it had only been a dream, but now she was wondering. Was this something Nina had wanted all along?

In the end, she figured it didn't matter. It had happened now, not then, not earlier, and Lily didn't care to spend much time looking back.

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In the warm light of the morning, Nina thought, just for a moment, that she was back in her bed in New York. It was an odd mistake to make, this bed a far cry from her princess frame with its down comforters and abundance of pillows, but in those few moments, filled with the haze of sleep, she thought for a moment that the movement in the room, the person pulling the curtains back, was her mother.

Not so long ago, she would have smiled at the thought. Now, she cringed, her stomach rolling over sickly, and she groaned, pressure hammering behind her eyes before she'd even opened them.

But she wasn't home. It was the island, and it was morning and she was waking up with Lily in the room, naked under Lily's sheets. She sat up blearily, holding the sheet against her chest and rubbing at her eyes, her hair falling in a mess around her face.

"Hi," she croaked, her voice hoarse from sleep, and from the excitement from the night before, most of which she only remembered bits and pieces.

"Hey," Lily answered, one side of her mouth hitching up into a faint grin before she offered the glass to Nina. The drugs could take their toll on a person, she knew that all too well, but all things considered, she didn't feel too bad. The water, though, would help Nina.

"I feel like I slept for a year," she said, raking her hand through her hair, trying to pull the tangled strands off her face. "And not in the good way." Things could be worse, but that pressure in her temples was still there and her shoulders ached, though that might have had less to do with the sleep and more to do with what she and Nina had been doing before that.

"Thanks," Nina murmured, her eyes still squinted against the light as she reached out to take the glass and bring it to her lips. Taking a small sip, and then another. It was odd, but despite the pounding in her head, the desperate thirst and disorienting grogginess, she felt more awake than she had in ages.

"I don't even remember coming back here."

"Tell me, at least, that you remember everything after we came back here?" Lily asked, curling one leg under her body and sitting down on the bed again. It would be too perfect, if after all that time, after Nina imagining it or dreaming it or whatever, that she wouldn't even remember it when it actually happened.

If she didn't remember, though, Lily had no problem trying to jog her memory.

"I think we were mostly holding each other up by the time we headed back here," she admitted with a small, sly smile.

"I remember enough," she said, her cheeks flushing, but she managed not to look away, her lips curling into an answering smile, though hers was far less smug.

"I thought I'd dreamed it," she admitted, then, with a roll of her eyes, she added, "Again."

Lily laughed, pleased with the fact that Nina remembered, that she was smiling and joking. It was like she could be a completely different woman sometimes, someone else under the darker lights and in the morning even, when others weren't around.

"I would've been insulted if you'd forgotten," she said, but she was clearly teasing, her grin still present. "Jesus, what a night."

"Where did all those drugs even come from?" Nina laughed, and she still could hardly believe she'd taken things without even knowing what they were or what they would really do to her.

She couldn't believe that she'd lost herself so completely.

"I don't know, but I think I love whoever supplies them," Lily answered, leaning back against the wall of her hut and tipping her head back thoughtfully. "I bet someone makes them. You can engineer that sort of stuff, even in our lab." Though she would have no idea how to go about doing that, she was sure there would always be someone on the island who could do it for them.

"I guess they must know that they're doing," she said with a breath of laughter, though she wouldn't know the difference between ecstasy that had been made well, and some that hadn't. They hadn't ended up dead, and she could only assume it had worked the way it was supposed to.

Though, it was far from the first time she'd found herself under the influence.

Even if they didn't, Lily wasn't about to say so and risk losing the Nina that surfaced every time there was a rave. "I guess they must," she agreed with a slow, dark smile.

"We could always find more, you know," she said. "We don't have to wait for there to be a party like that."

[Morning after the rave - Nina]

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