´´broken. (--nate)

[Elliot is on the edge.]

"Ah, sleep. Well, that was the general plan I had in mind." Elliot grinned at nothing in particular as she scooted down to rest her head on Nate's leg, her blonde curls spilling over his lap as she settled against him.

"And I'm not terribly worried because I'm injured, and even though you're a creep, I know you wouldn't take advantage of a poor little drugged and wounded girl." Her heavy blue eyes fell shut as the smirk disappeared from her features, leaving her to look decidedly more peaceful than usual.

"Good night," Elliot spoke softly enough that she could have been talking to herself and before long her breathing had met a slow, easy rhythm and she had fallen asleep.

[nate]

Okay, she's not worried. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

well, she doesn't think I'm a creep. That can only be perceived as being a bad thing.

But she doesn't see me as someone to worry about, which kind of destroys any chance of my having a bad boy image.

Well, whatever gets me in bed with the girl.

Nate let Elliot get situated, watching her. The whole situation was entirely too domestic and sweet for him. Something that Wingroses wrote in their diary.

Dear Diary,

Today I got to cuddle with Nate! ♥ It was super awesome! ♥ He didn't even do anything to me because he's soooooooooooooooooo sweet. ^.^

Nate almost gagged, but covered it by turning his head. He remained quiet as he felt Elliot's breath slow, and then slowly take on a familiar rhythm.

Now I should get the hell out of here.

But I am rather tired. Perhaps I should rest my eyes for a moment. Enjoy it while it lasts. I'll probably awaken before the drugged one.

Nate closed his eyes, and gave into his exhaustion.