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not_every_mage) wrote2016-05-29 09:19 am
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Random Hotel Room, Sunday Morning
Anders woke up first, surprised by the now-unfamiliar rhythm of someone else breathing next to him. It took him the smallest fraction of a second before he realized the shape next to him was Kathy.
His head spun. He'd had too much to drink the night before; they both had. She might wake up and decide this was a one-off, that they shouldn't spoil fifteen years of mostly platonic friendship over a drunken mistake.
She might. But deep in his most selfish heart, he hoped that she wouldn't.
He curved closer to her, enjoying the moment as much as he could before what he feared would be its inevitable end.
[OOC: For one, please!]
His head spun. He'd had too much to drink the night before; they both had. She might wake up and decide this was a one-off, that they shouldn't spoil fifteen years of mostly platonic friendship over a drunken mistake.
She might. But deep in his most selfish heart, he hoped that she wouldn't.
He curved closer to her, enjoying the moment as much as he could before what he feared would be its inevitable end.
[OOC: For one, please!]
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Like a bendy and bouncy girlfriend and a...whatever Dante was going to be?
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He stretched, utterly content.
"Speaking of satisfied, did you still need healing, or are you all right?"
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That kind of aching soreness that said both well-used and well done.
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"I'll heal you," he said, fingers moving to brush against her underpants. "And then tonight we'll go home sore. Best of both worlds."
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Because it mostly just hurt her.
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"I will," she promised. "I'll probably need a friend when I'm done. Someone who looks at me and sees me, not a ghost."
Or a zombie.