John had woken up alone in the bed. He'd reached out to see how long ago she'd gotten up and found her side of the bed cold. He frowned and pulled himself to his feet to go looking for her.
He got as far as the living room and looking out on the balcony. He only watched for a moment before turning and heading back into the bedroom.
Laying back down, he closed his eyes. It had to be a dream. There was no way he had seen what he thought he'd seen. It just wasn't possible.
He ended up putting a pillow over his head in an attempt to convince himself. He went back to sleep like that.
She couldn't go directly to bed. If she even entered the bedroom at that point she'd bounce on the bed like a kid. So into the kitchen she went, looking heavy food and some booze. She fought the kittens for the last of the roast beef, eating her piece just with her fingers. She followed that with a full measure of the good whiskey before feeling like she could attempt bed.
She slunk in like a thief, staying on the outside of the room until she reached her side of the bed. There was no bounce, but the moment she was beside him, her hands were all over him. One on his back, massaging lightly and the other on his shoulder, pressing harder.
He was awake the moment she stepped into the room. Head trauma aside, he was on mental high alert. He didn't move when she got in the bed, didn't move when she started to touch him.
"Better?" She leaned down and gave him a sloppy kiss on his neck. "Did I need to be better? I guess I am, yes." She gave him another kiss, then moved down to kiss his shoulder. She slid closer to him, purring softly. "Wonderful better."
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He got as far as the living room and looking out on the balcony. He only watched for a moment before turning and heading back into the bedroom.
Laying back down, he closed his eyes. It had to be a dream. There was no way he had seen what he thought he'd seen. It just wasn't possible.
He ended up putting a pillow over his head in an attempt to convince himself. He went back to sleep like that.
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She slunk in like a thief, staying on the outside of the room until she reached her side of the bed. There was no bounce, but the moment she was beside him, her hands were all over him. One on his back, massaging lightly and the other on his shoulder, pressing harder.
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But he did speak. "All better?"
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