Jul 28, 2023
Fuzzy
Jack and Miranda have a little too much fun. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48915856
Miranda woke up hungover, her head fuzzy—just how much did she drink last night? She was celebrating something with friends, something important. “The relay to Elysium came back online.” Miranda groaned, flopping back into her pillows. Jack had been there, and she was happy. She was going home, back to Grissom and her students. The pair had drank and danced the night away, reveling in her good fortune. “God, I went round for round against Jack.” “That wasn’t the only thing we did,” Jack said, holding her head while gingerly turning to Miranda. “And we are never doing that again.”
