*the grim light in the room is enough to start to annoy Murphy and slowly drag him to consciousness. One of the first thing he notices as he wakes up is the perfume of her shampoo. No one he's ever slept with had a strong, refined scent coming from their silky hair. It helps him recognise who he's sharing a bed with right away*
*pulling up the sheets to cover himself, he looks over his shoulder to check if he's got that right or if he's completely lost the little sanity he had left*
[Eunice is still asleep, curled on her side and facing him, though not exactly cuddled in. The shifting bed gets her to start stirring though, eyes opening up slowly, drowsily and fixing on Murphy.] Mmm...
[It doesn't take a genius to figure out what likely happened last night, but it's a good thing that Eunice isn't prone to flying off the handle. She manages a pleasant, albeit tired smile.] Mornin' there.
*he watches her in silence, completely dumbstruck.*
*Connor's not going to believe this... He has to actually look around to check if his twin is anywhere near by. Now, that might have made more sense than him... Well, him getting the girl. Or the woman, more preciselly*
Mornin'... *he mumbles, his voice hoarse from sleep and too many cigarettes*
You okay there, hot stuff? [She teased lightly, watching him watch her dumbstruck and looking around like he expected this to be a joke.]
Tell me you've got a coffee maker. Could really use a cup right now... [Definitely had one too many last night. She sat up slowly, holding the sheet around her loosely.]
Aye... Aye, I'm great. *he offers a shy smile, before looking over at their sorry kitchen area, as if looking for the coffee maker he already knows is not there*
I could make yeh some instant stuff if yeh want? *he offers, leaning close for... He's not sure what. Maybe a morning kiss?*
Mm, that's okay. No sense goin' to the trouble. [Too bad about the coffee... means she'll be heading out soon to get some--well, she would if Murphy wasn't leaning in close like that. She arched a brow before leaning in to let their lips meet, smiling slightly into it.]
It's no trouble. *he insists, knowing how hard is to face a coffee deprived morning after a night like the one they shared... Not even counting when they started to loose their clothes. He barely remembered that part.*
*The corner of his lips twisted upwards when their mouths met, Murphy felt brave enough to slip and arm over her lap and slowly wrap it around her waist.*
[When an arm slipped around her, she followed it easily until they were pressed chest to chest, that sheet slipping down as her arms slipped around his shoulders. Definitely good she wasn't all that shy about her body and Murphy certainly had no reasons to be self-conscious, far as she could remember...]
[Which was not as much as shed like.] But you see, we've got ourselves a conundrum here... I let you up to go make us coffee and that means I gotta let you up. Not sure if I'm ready for it just yet, Murphy.
*He blinked a couple of times, trying to fully wake himself up as he lowered his gaze through her lean neck, that sharp collarbone of hers, those perfect tits pressed against his chest.*
*It was hard to tear his eyes away from that, even as she explained their 'conundrum' here*
Take yer time as yeh think 'bout it. *he offered, approaching her like he would a scared animal, his lips finally meeting her neck*
*he pushed her hair out of the way, licking at the couple of marks he'd left on her neck.*
I don't see yeh complainin'. *he slipped a hand down her back, stroking her hips for a moment. He paused when he started doubting if she was actually complaining. Maybe it was one of those subtle messages women like to give? Connor was better at figuring those.*
I most certainly am not. [She tilted her head back to let him have access to her neck, a pleasant sigh leaving her as his hands wandered. Definitely didn't mind the touches or the attention. Her own hands went to smooth down his chest lightly, exploring.]
*Murphy's erection pressed againste her thigh. He thrusted it against her leg as his hand found her ass, strongly kneading and squeezing it. Southern women were really made of something*
Connor's gonna be so fucken' jealous. *he thought outloud*
[She let out a soft moan as his hands kneaded at her, when he ground against her and she could already feel herself reacting, heat pooling low and making her squirm against him a little.]
oh, is he now? [She couldn't help the amused note to her voice.] First you have to give him something proper to be jealous of though, right?
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*pulling up the sheets to cover himself, he looks over his shoulder to check if he's got that right or if he's completely lost the little sanity he had left*
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[It doesn't take a genius to figure out what likely happened last night, but it's a good thing that Eunice isn't prone to flying off the handle. She manages a pleasant, albeit tired smile.] Mornin' there.
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*Connor's not going to believe this... He has to actually look around to check if his twin is anywhere near by. Now, that might have made more sense than him... Well, him getting the girl. Or the woman, more preciselly*
Mornin'... *he mumbles, his voice hoarse from sleep and too many cigarettes*
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Tell me you've got a coffee maker. Could really use a cup right now... [Definitely had one too many last night. She sat up slowly, holding the sheet around her loosely.]
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I could make yeh some instant stuff if yeh want? *he offers, leaning close for... He's not sure what. Maybe a morning kiss?*
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*The corner of his lips twisted upwards when their mouths met, Murphy felt brave enough to slip and arm over her lap and slowly wrap it around her waist.*
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[Which was not as much as shed like.] But you see, we've got ourselves a conundrum here... I let you up to go make us coffee and that means I gotta let you up. Not sure if I'm ready for it just yet, Murphy.
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*It was hard to tear his eyes away from that, even as she explained their 'conundrum' here*
Take yer time as yeh think 'bout it. *he offered, approaching her like he would a scared animal, his lips finally meeting her neck*
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I don't see yeh complainin'. *he slipped a hand down her back, stroking her hips for a moment. He paused when he started doubting if she was actually complaining. Maybe it was one of those subtle messages women like to give? Connor was better at figuring those.*
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Connor's gonna be so fucken' jealous. *he thought outloud*
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oh, is he now? [She couldn't help the amused note to her voice.] First you have to give him something proper to be jealous of though, right?
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