[oom: Victoria Cays, Morning]

[justcallmefee]

She's still smiling when she drifts awake.  Every inch of her body feels like she ran a marathon.  She's thirsty and achy and absolutely sated.  The morning sun filters through the curtains and she turns her head just enough to watch him sleeping

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[latino_menace]

He sleeps a long time. Far later than he normally does but last night had turned into quite the session and he's bloody tired.

He doesn't stir until the sun rises high enough to send a ray through the crack in the curtains and it hits him in the eye.

'Mmphf.'

[justcallmefee]

She eventually slips out of bed to get some water and comes back, drawing the curtains a little more closed, casting his face into shadow.

She sets a mug of coffee on his side of the bed and then returns to her side, slipping between the sheets without a word.

[latino_menace]

He's awake now, more sleep isn't going to happen. But he keeps his eyes closed, a vain hope of more perhaps. This bed is pretty damn comfortable.

'Thanks.'

[justcallmefee]

"Welcome," she murmurs, dropping a light kiss on his shoulder.

She lays back and stretches, slowly working her way through each joint and each muscle, feeling just where she over did. Fingers, hands, wrists, arms, shoulders, neck, ribs, spine, hips, thighs -- oh her thighs, mm. And her glutes ache too, like she climbed a thousand stairs.

She exhales, little soft noises coming from her lips as she catalogues the after effects of their escapades.