fic: Save the Sewer :: Epilogue :: Rest and Recuperate
Sometimes a job just ain't so glorious-smelling... Claire's first job requires no dainty handling. She'll also need Warren's power, which could in fact end up killing them both.
CHAPTER FOUR: REST AND RECUPERATE
“We’re going to have to invest in fireproof bedding,” I murmured sleepily as I slid in next to Warren’s burning body that night. Clicking off my nightstand lamp, I effectively obliterated the image of heavily browned sweat marks where his body had lay spread eagle when I’d come in earlier smelling like shit.
He scooped me into him, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. “You smell good.”
“I worship at the altar of Dove,” I imparted wryly. “God, that was nasty.”
His husky laugh filled my ear. “You’d do it again.”
Making a non-committal noise - translation: of course - I stroked the arm that held me closely, and sighed. “You’re still burning.”
His lips moved against my skin in an unmistakable slow grin. “And you owe me, if I recall…”
I moaned miserably, my entire body screaming bloody peace. “Raincheck,” I mumbled. “And that’s not what I meant and you know it. How can you even-”
“Kidding, believe you me,” he chuckle-wheezed in the dark. “But I’ll settle for my favourite icepack?”
He sighed and relaxed into me the next instant as I powered up. I think I nodded off soon afterward, but his laborious breathing still troubled me.
Author's note: As I said in the previous chapter, this is the end... though I may choose to keep going at some point. We'll see.
CHAPTER FOUR: REST AND RECUPERATE
“We’re going to have to invest in fireproof bedding,” I murmured sleepily as I slid in next to Warren’s burning body that night. Clicking off my nightstand lamp, I effectively obliterated the image of heavily browned sweat marks where his body had lay spread eagle when I’d come in earlier smelling like shit.
He scooped me into him, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. “You smell good.”
“I worship at the altar of Dove,” I imparted wryly. “God, that was nasty.”
His husky laugh filled my ear. “You’d do it again.”
Making a non-committal noise - translation: of course - I stroked the arm that held me closely, and sighed. “You’re still burning.”
His lips moved against my skin in an unmistakable slow grin. “And you owe me, if I recall…”
I moaned miserably, my entire body screaming bloody peace. “Raincheck,” I mumbled. “And that’s not what I meant and you know it. How can you even-”
“Kidding, believe you me,” he chuckle-wheezed in the dark. “But I’ll settle for my favourite icepack?”
He sighed and relaxed into me the next instant as I powered up. I think I nodded off soon afterward, but his laborious breathing still troubled me.
Author's note: As I said in the previous chapter, this is the end... though I may choose to keep going at some point. We'll see.