but in all chaos, there is calculation

“I can’t argue with you there, blue blood. But if anyone finds out about this, your father’s going to go medieval on my ass and stick me on a pike.” Eddie sighed, leaning down on his elbow to lie next to her. Even though he knew he was completely fucked, he couldn’t help but desire to enjoy the situation as much as he had last night. Even bedraggled and hungover, Brianna was very gorgeous. 

“Worth it though.” Eddie grinned after a while, placing a hand on her duvet covered hip before he leaned in to kiss her again

“I should probably stop doing this. For my health…” he murmured 

She blinked over at him, all doe eyes and innocence, listening to his words. There were a lot of things her father was capable, but murdering Edward Tully, his star little officer, for sleeping with his daughter? He might beat the shit out of him, but Brianna firmly believed he wouldn’t kill the guy.

Then again, as Edward brought his lips down to his and placed his fingers on her body only covered with a sheet, Brianna didn’t think she’d blame her father if he did.

The woman let her own hand slide up to his cheek absentmindedly, knowing that even if Eddie wouldn’t look at her the same after this, she was going to enjoy it while she could. Little Brianna Selmy wasn’t the type of girl to end up with the guy.

“Oh my god…” he then remembered what had woken him up and looked over to see his boss’s daughter in the bed next to him. Eddie could have had several reactions at that point, but all the eldest Tully did was laugh at his stupidity.

“Oh my god. I’m fucking dead.” 

It was his laughter that drew her attention; she peeked an eye open, looking for confirmation even though she already knew his voice. She had a thing about voices; being a cop’s daughter forced you to be observant. How aware of things was she supposed to be, though, waking up in a hotel room with the taste of dry liquor in her mouth?

Brianna sighed. The memory hit her like a wall, instead of soft, gentle waves. She propped herself on her elbows and blinked her eyes open fully, unsure of what to say or do. Naturally, she turned towards humor.

"Ooh, Miranda Baratheon all sweaty? I'd take pictures of that too," Brianna teased, still looking over at her. She stood, letting go of her stretch, and came to her full height. "New Year's? Oh yeah... I was there." Until after the ball had dropped. Then she was with Edward. Oh god, was she with him. "You should've tried finding me better."

Inside, Brianna stretched, waiting for Miranda. Her thoughts weren't focused on her friend, however, but rather on the previous party. It had been... well, out of character for her to say the least. But then she detected the Baratheon's voice and she snapped out of her thoughts, giving Miranda a smile despite the scowl on the other girl's face. "Yeah. Sorry about them. Did they follow you?"