Written for the drabble round at
the-applecart.
Prompt: top
There have been more times then she would care to count when her mind is turned off and her body takes over - when she wakes up in her rack with her nipples tight, when she gets just drunk enough she doesn't care who the hands belong to - that her subconscious throws out memories of that night on her table, the time in the bunk-room. Of the weight and feel of Lee moving over her.
So when they fall to the ground she makes sure to land on top - this time won't be part of that blur. This time it will be real.
I expanded this drabble into
"Mind Over Body"