God damn, she's sore. Carolyn makes a face as she shifts, kicking way
tangled blankets and shivering as cool air hits sweaty, heated skin.
Slowly, she sits up, one hand smoothing up the inside of her own thigh
where, she is fairly sure, there will be bruises in the morning. She
glances at him, wondering at his silence, but not surprised. Instead of
saying anything, she slides off the bed and disappears into the kitchen,
only to reappear with two glasses of water. Standing on his side of the
bed, she offers one to him wordlessly.
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Date: 2013-07-10 02:53 am (UTC)God damn, she's sore. Carolyn makes a face as she shifts, kicking way tangled blankets and shivering as cool air hits sweaty, heated skin. Slowly, she sits up, one hand smoothing up the inside of her own thigh where, she is fairly sure, there will be bruises in the morning. She glances at him, wondering at his silence, but not surprised. Instead of saying anything, she slides off the bed and disappears into the kitchen, only to reappear with two glasses of water. Standing on his side of the bed, she offers one to him wordlessly.