Room 328, Saturday Morning

There was a lot of grumbling coming from Tom's general direction as he tried to fight waking up. Saturdays were meant for sleeping and drinking, and it just wasn't time to start drinking yet. Peering out from under the covers, he saw that his roommate's bed was empty, but he didn't have much time to wonder about where Owen might have gone as he felt a distinctly female form stir next to him.

Obviously, it had been a good night after all.

[Sam is Tom from Cry_Wolf. I apologize in advance for any inappropriate flirting or masturbation jokes. *g*]