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[devoutish]

[From here.

She'll find nothing but bare skin under the robe, his chest hair soft but a little prickly. He opens his mouth to her, obliging, and pulls her closer still - all the way on top of him, if she's willing to go.]

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[devoutish]

[He tucks himself back into his underwear, closing the robe a little more securely.]

Simpler?

[He knows what she means, but.]

[nursetemple]

Yeah, you know. I don't really know what you're thinking, but do you not care what Royce, or Tifa, or Emily will think if they find us now, or in the morning?

[She looks up at him, rolling to her stomach by his side and resting her chin on his chest.]

If you don't care, fair enough. Personally, I don't really give a shit what they think, but you're close to them.

[devoutish]

Emily will ask you questions.

[He thumbs over her shoulder. He knows this from experience.]

She's an old-fashioned girl from an old-fashioned world. She sees a man and a woman talking too much and she wonders if they're planning to marry.

[nursetemple]

I can answer her questions.

[She grins. She's surprisingly comfortable, and hopefully he's a lot more relaxed now.]

Didn't really answer my question about whether or not you care. Oh, also - did that help relax you?

[She raises a teasing eyebrow.]

[devoutish]

It helped.

[Still idly patting her shoulder.]

Royce is the only one who's gonna have a problem, and no, I don't care.

[nursetemple]

Okay.

[Lifting herself up, she leans in to kiss him, her fingers in his beard, all slow and deep again, unhurried.]

[devoutish]

[The memory of the sex floats back - him hard inside her, the delicious feeling of her clit dragging and rubbing against his dick just right. He feels himself harden a little again, though he doesn't do anything about it besides kiss her back.]

[nursetemple]

[She smiles into the kiss, then pulls away, thumb brushing back and forth over his cheek.]

If you want to sleep, I'll just grab my book.

[She knows how tired he's been, and how important rest has been for him. She's not about to take it from him.]

[devoutish]

I'll doze. See where it takes me. Bring your book back here, if you like.

[nursetemple]

[She nods, and does exactly that, grabbing her book from her backpack and joining him back on the bed, using the light from her tablet to get back to where she left off.]

[devoutish]

[And he does doze, drifting in and out of sleep for a while. Eventually, he'll sink into it properly. He'll twitch and frown a little, sometimes - he always has his nightmares - but he won't wake up again unless she wakes him up.]