CalypsoMusings
Goddess of Smut
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Summer heat was insufferable, especially when humidity gets involved. Gin sighed in the dark and turned over, kicking her hot sheet off of her bare legs in hopes she'd feel cooler that way. Thunder rumbled softly, and every now and again distant lightning lit up the sky. It had stopped raining, and the summer storm had mostly passed, but the power had yet to return. In it's wake, it had left heavy and humid air that was making dark brown hair stick to the sweat beading on Gin's skin.
She had been so excited when she'd seen the storm clouds rolling in-- they hadn't had a decent storm all summer, and the monsoon had been pitiful. When the rain first started coming down, Gin had ran out onto the balcony of her apartment, letting herself get soaked, until the thunder got too loud and the lightning too close for comfort. Then she had watched from the safety of her window as the world beyond the glass seemed to almost disappear through the heavy downpour. Even when the power flickered and died, she hadn't been all that worried. Now, several hours and at least twice that in a temperature increase later, all she wanted was he AC back.
Gin would settle for being able to use a box fan, at this point.
Sweat formed everywhere her skin touched, in every crevice and valley. She felt it well up into a bead and roll down the side of her head and into her hair. It never took this long for the power to come back, what was taking so long?
A frustrated huff saw her flipping onto her stomach, but that didn't relieve the heat. Now she was just laying face first in her hot, sweaty bedding. Gin grimaced at that thought, rolling onto her back again and swiping the back of her hand across her forehead. How had something that started with so much excitement now leave her feeling so sticky and cranky? Just as the heat, and humidity was becoming too much; just when the young woman was ready to get up and take a cold shower to cool down, the click and whir of the power coming back on reached her ears.
"Oh thank God," she groaned, practically bouncing out of the bed to run down the hall to the thermostat. Gin clicked the AC button to On, but-- nothing. The air conditioner didn't crank on. Frowning, she flicked it off and then back on again, and... more nothing. A soft whine and cry of "why?" was heard before she slumped against the wall and slid down it. Power was back, but the AC was busted. There would be no relief from the heat tonight.
She had been so excited when she'd seen the storm clouds rolling in-- they hadn't had a decent storm all summer, and the monsoon had been pitiful. When the rain first started coming down, Gin had ran out onto the balcony of her apartment, letting herself get soaked, until the thunder got too loud and the lightning too close for comfort. Then she had watched from the safety of her window as the world beyond the glass seemed to almost disappear through the heavy downpour. Even when the power flickered and died, she hadn't been all that worried. Now, several hours and at least twice that in a temperature increase later, all she wanted was he AC back.
Gin would settle for being able to use a box fan, at this point.
Sweat formed everywhere her skin touched, in every crevice and valley. She felt it well up into a bead and roll down the side of her head and into her hair. It never took this long for the power to come back, what was taking so long?
A frustrated huff saw her flipping onto her stomach, but that didn't relieve the heat. Now she was just laying face first in her hot, sweaty bedding. Gin grimaced at that thought, rolling onto her back again and swiping the back of her hand across her forehead. How had something that started with so much excitement now leave her feeling so sticky and cranky? Just as the heat, and humidity was becoming too much; just when the young woman was ready to get up and take a cold shower to cool down, the click and whir of the power coming back on reached her ears.
"Oh thank God," she groaned, practically bouncing out of the bed to run down the hall to the thermostat. Gin clicked the AC button to On, but-- nothing. The air conditioner didn't crank on. Frowning, she flicked it off and then back on again, and... more nothing. A soft whine and cry of "why?" was heard before she slumped against the wall and slid down it. Power was back, but the AC was busted. There would be no relief from the heat tonight.