Saffron (
yosafbridge) wrote2009-05-19 12:52 am
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OOM.
Her room hasn't changed much in the first few months since she's been Bound. Bare walls that were once completely devoid of decor are now covered in lush tapestry, as well as souvenirs that she's successfully pulled off some unsuspecting marks. She's not about to brag about them to anyone who happens to stop by, but back in her world, each and every one is worth a pretty penny.
The bed itself is still an upgrade; bigger, too, after she put in a request to make it large enough for two and any activities implied by the addition of more space.
She barely squeezes through the door, tossing her room key down on a smaller table, and turns to him, holding an arm out in a sweeping introductory gesture.
"This is it."
The bed itself is still an upgrade; bigger, too, after she put in a request to make it large enough for two and any activities implied by the addition of more space.
She barely squeezes through the door, tossing her room key down on a smaller table, and turns to him, holding an arm out in a sweeping introductory gesture.
"This is it."
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"Nothin' a few glasses of water won't fix," she answers, laying back, her red hair fanning out around her head as she lifts the cigarette to her lips and inhales.
"Hydration's the key," she adds, with a soft giggle.
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He never bothers, mainly because he prefers coffee and a hair of the dog first thing in the morning. He stands now and pulls his jeans on, finds the tequila bottle and takes a mouthful, looking at her lying there.
'This is the bit where I make sure I'm gone before morning. You see where my shirt went?'
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There's a brief period of rummaging before she comes up with it, tossing it to him.
"Can't say as I blame you for leaving," she adds, "but I will say: y'don't have to be a stranger."
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He laughs and disappears into the bathroom to drop the butt of his smoke in the toilet because it would be very bad form to stub it out on the carpet. When he comes back he's pulling his shirt on and he sits on the bed next to her, leaning down to kiss her.
'Next time it can be your turn to leave my bed cold, alright?'
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"Deal."
Then he's released, and she settles back against the pillows to watch him leave, taking another drag on the cigarette.
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