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[wasplisbeth]

It is late at night and I can't sleep.  I dozed off earlier but that didn't last long, the shut off switch on my brain flicked back to on and now it's going full force.  Whirling in my ears like a well oiled machine.  My bare feet feel good on the floor it's a momentary distraction from my thoughts.  Ava Graves, Bobby, Ava Graves.  It's a sick

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[wasplisbeth]

Slipping down the stairs she blinks at the glare of the TV and the light that it produces. It didn't wake her up, not he sound not the light, but she has come to the conclusion that sleeping without Bobby Goren just seems wrong now, like she can't do it. It makes her frustrated and feel a little weak. As much as she loves him there is a part of her that is still terrified of loving him. As much as she needs him that part that was mentioned before is terrified of needing him. As soon as you need and love someone there is a weakness in your armor and now she feels weak all over.

Climbing up on to the couch she immediately presses into him, wrapping her thin arms around his middle as best as she can and putting her head on his broad chest. He is so good and soft, so warm. More please.

[wasplisbeth]

Nodding against his shoulder she rubs her cheek there and then rubs the rest of her on him like some sort of Swedish kitty cat, less hair and everything. She is not sure where the rubbing comes from but he feels good and she wants his scent on her, or maybe she just wants more of his hands on her. She was so tired when they got up to bed, she was pretty sure that she waned sex at some point but when her head hit the pillow she was just out for the count. Which kind of sucks because she was really looking forward to sex, that's how it usually is with them.