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[keira_nightly]

Later that night.The lingering traces of alcohol, Nic and the late hour combine to make her feel like she's underwater, movements slow and exaggerated as she strips in the dark of her bedroom. The weave of her top catches in her fingers and nipples and hair, sticky from sweat (his and hers) and she shimmies out of her trousers awkwardly, smiling

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[keira_nightly]

"Mmm, yes." And she knows she does; she can still taste him, too, behind her teeth, mixing with Bill against her palate. She presses her tongue there and wonders at Bill's tone just now, as if he'd been sweet-talking her instead of mentioning the guy she's had sex with mere hours ago. Whom Bill also happens to half-hate, at least according to the shiner on Nic's cheekbone. The other half of Bill's opinion of Nic is still unclear, but Keira stores it along with the unspoken for now, and it almost feels like it belongs there.

"I can shower if you want." She would if he gave any indication that he'd prefer it, but gravity is keeping her against him and he shows no sign of letting go either.

[billboyd]

"No," he says quickly. "It doesn't bother me."

And it really doesn't. He isn't even sure why he said it, except that it's an oddity, just something that had occurred to him and slipped of his tongue without thought. He isn't particularly crazy about that, but there's nothing to be done about it now. He really must start thinking before he speaks, though.

He winds his fingers into her hair and she makes a soft, contented sound against his collar bone. She fits perfectly, curved into his body, but she's going to have to get up soon, or they're going to be sticky. And he should probably leave.

Yeah, right, he thinks, and curls his fingers into her hair. She nuzzles at his neck a little, open-mouthed and sleepy. Like you're going to leave this. For what? To sleep in your fucking car? That's bloody likely.And he isn't, of course. He's going to stay -- he already knows what she'll say if he asks her -- and sleep with his limbs tangled with hers. Even if he doesn't sleep, he can watch her sleep, which beats the hell out of not-

[keira_nightly]

There are a few minutes of silence and stillness, breaths synchronizing and fingers soothing, and Keira forgets to keep up. When she lets her eyes flutter open again on a half-surprised moan, she feels the languor of sleep pulling her down. She moves before it immobilises her completely, just slips off of him slowly enough to make both of them breath a little harder for a beat or two.

Getting off of him completely proves much harder.

She lets her hip slide off him to the mattress and cradles him like this, against his side, wordlessly for a minute, letting sleep taunt her again, before she pats his chest lightly. She mumbles into his shoulder. "Clean up. But come back or I'll go get you."

[billboyd]

He smiles at the top of her head for a moment before shifting the rest of the way out from beneath her.

"Where's your loo, love," he asks, because frankly, the idea of wandering around her flat in nothing but a condom doesn't particularly appeal to him. She mutters something into a pillow that he can't understand, and the grin that comes to his lips feels perfectly natural, perfectly normal, and the events of earlier in the evening (after the party and in the seedy pub on Santa Monica) seem impossibly distant. The line of her back is soft and smooth, and he bends and traces it with his lips for just a moment, just long enough to hear her sigh and feel her shiver.

"Your loo, quaen," he murmurs again. "Where is it?"

[keira_nightly]

It takes even more of an effort to move at all now that his breath is ghosting over her spine, but she manages to hoist an arm off the mattress long enough to point in the general direction of the loo.

He doesn't move right away and she cracks an eye open, catching his eye from behind the hair that's fallen into her face. He's watching her with an unscrutable air, which is nothing knew, but this time it's tinted by his small smile, and there's a remarkable lack of tenseness in his mouth. She lets her hand alight on his thigh, for a brief, mindless caress.

She closes her eyes again on his bitten off groan.

[billboyd]

"I'll be right back," he mouths against her shoulder, and she sighs softly. He isn't sure why he says it, excpet that she's already indicated her lack of assurance in that area with her earlier threat, abeit jokingly

[keira_nightly]

He's careful getting back into bed the way people who sleep alone are when they suddenly find themselves sharing a bed. His thigh slide along hers, strong and prickly, shapely, harder when Nic is leaner. Leftover arousal sparks along her side, curving her spine and pushing her pelvis into the mattress. She smiles and moans sleepily, moving to allow the closeness.

"All good?"

[billboyd]

"Aye," he says, and she sighs and wraps her long limbs around him, legs and arms, her chin digging a little into his chest, but not uncomfortably. Her hair is tickling his neck and chin, but he doesn't move away.

He isn't sure he'll sleep, but that hardly seems to matter. Just being with her, just holding her like this, is restful, and there are worse things he can think of than spending the night feeling her steady breath against his chest, even if her closeness is causing his body to stir awake again more quickly than he'd anticipated.

Well, there will be time for that later. She's half-asleep already, her hand a loose curl on his chest, her fingertips pressing against the dusting of hair there, and he isn't going anywhere. And she isn't going anywhere.

The morning is soon enough.