As his probing tongue could attest, the roof of his mouth did indeed taste and feel like cotton. But his stomach was calm. And while if he didn't know any better he'd swear the room was whirling, with a disconcerting vertigo washing behind his closed eyelids, at least his head wasn't a pounding agony.

As far as hangovers went, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all.

In fact, he couldn't complain a bit, while he snuggled his head upon the soft springy cushions of his pillows lethargically thinking that his bed never felt quite so comfortable or soft or warm before, or so silky or smelling so sweet and clean like musk like…….Sami?

Heart booming, he opened his eyes to find his face nuzzled in between the gentle swell of her cleavage, her fingers nestled through his hair.



Oh. My. God.



Perhaps he'd been too quick to praise his hangover.

Cautiously, he inched himself from the cradle of her chest frantic to recall just what the two of them had done together. He definitely remembered kicking ass at Pick N' Save. And grinning, he was certain that he'd given Sami one toe curler of a kiss, the fact that she kissed him back spreading his smile right up to his eyes. Then scowling, he sort of, kind of, thought that she had…slipped out of his arms and invited Henry over for supper and somehow Flunkie ended up tagging along? Yes, that was right. And they had spaghetti because he remembered laughing when she spilt some on her chest and then chuckling some more when Flunkie told them that off color joke about meatballs. And how could he forget the tale Henry spun, vividly recreating the story of his first love amongst the cliffs of Italy during WWII or the unshed tears glimmering in Sami's eyes?

And they had put Will to bed, and they had some more wine and he was sure there was more talk but he hadn't really been listening at that point-too busy wistfully looking at her, the charming way she raised her glass to her lips, the smiles and laughter she bestowed upon their guests, the unconscious tucking of her hair behind her ears raptly intent -and then…then…nothing.

A big blank frustrating Nothing.

For over two minutes he tried to will the memories back, leaning over her, head resting on his elbow, watching the tide of her breathing, tenderly pushing aside a stray hair from her face, before finally giving up, oddly disappointed that other than their shoes they were both fully dressed. Sighing, he decided to be content in the moment and lowered his head to rest upon her once more, well nigh half sleep before her sugary sweet voice drifted down to weave through his consciousness.

"You comfy?"

"Mmmhmm." He mumbled happily into her breasts.

"Well that's nice, seeing how I haven't been able to feel my arms or legs for the past six hours, and I now know what my Spleen tastes like…Get Off Me You Big Lumox!"

She punctuated her remarks with a swift yank to his left ear and a tremendous push sending him careening wide-awake.

"Ow! Hey! Is that any way to treat the man you've just slept with?"

"Slept with? Slept With? More like shared a near death experience with. You passed out on top of me You Jerk!"

"I did?"

"Yes! And you Wouldn't wake up! I was lucky I could wiggle out to where I could at least breathe."

"Why didn't you roll me off?"

"Oh I dunno…maybe because you weigh a freaking Ton! God, Lucas I could just…throttle you."

If it wasn't for the fact that she was rubbing her neck, wincing in pain, he would of smiled. She looked so rumpled and cute.

"I'm sorry. Here let me do that."

"No! Don't touch me."

"Sami come on, I said I'm sorry. Pleeeeease, let me help."

He gave her his best hangdog 'I'm a piece of crap and I know it look', taking her silence for acquiescence moving across the bed to rub her back. Ever so slowly, he felt her relax under his expert hands.

"Sooo…I guess you know what a pressed flower feels like, huh?" He murmured sympathy as she started to lean into his touch.

"That's an understatement." She pouted, a whisper. "Mmmm…that's nice, don't stop."

"Sami?"

"Yeah?" She exhaled drowsily.

"…..How'd I end up in your bedroom in the first place?"

[Author's note: Don't try this at home…for the sake of inspiration (I needed a good wise-crack) I had Jim pretend that he'd passed out on top of me (Jim's a big beefy guy) and I really could taste my spleen]