noteasytobepink | The morning after

She was a consolation really. She was someone passing through, she knew that, he knew that...

...she hoped he knew that.

She liked him though.

She liked him a lot.

Honestly she might even love him a little.

"To be me with me in the bath? Of course, done," she chuckled softly, touched.

"Well, no... I mean, yeah, but it ain't just that."

He was terrible at this sort of thing, obviously.

Looking at her and her expression, though, he thought maybe she did understand what he was trying to say.

"You're beautiful, an' you're kind, an' I know you could kick my ass easy, so I just wanna make sure you know I'm not playin' you." He gave her a smile to show that while part of that was in fun, he was sincere about it, too.

She chuckled, soft and warm, before tugging him around to lean him against the sink. That put him in a much better position to be kissed now didn't it? "You know Bill...you could 'play' me and I wouldn't mind in the least. You're too good a man to hurt those you play with." But strong enough to take a little forceful kiss now wasn't he?

He wasn't expecting the turn around, and the soft grunt he gave when he hit the sink was out of surprise rather than pain.

Smiling at her actions and her words, he had nothing to say. Everything he wanted to reply with was put into returning the kiss she gave him.

One hand went to her cheek, and his arm tightened around her waist, and yeah, he could take it, and give it, too.

Well, she had promised him kisses once she got her teeth brushed now hadn't she? She was a woman of her word!

And for a man who'd been pining after a woman for years instead of bedding he he certainly knew how to kiss! She suspected some off the books practicing...

...that or really good instincts.

She finished the kiss by biting his lip gently and grinning. "Now that was a kiss worth a hangover! Tell me sheriff, should I get you undressed for the bath?"

It was part instinct and practice. He was a confirmed bachelor, afterall, not celibate.

Of course, it had been awhile, so it might've been part eagerness, too.

Returning the grin, he lowered both hands to her waist and nodded.

"Hm, yeah, that sounds good."

He leaned in to kiss her jaw, and lowered his voice in her ear.

"An' then I can return the favor."

"Ah, he's a bold one," she chuckled softly and started, naturally, with the buttons on his shirt.

She liked the feel of him whispering in her ear honestly so she wasn't leaning away fro this task. Nope, she was leaning against him and going at the buttons by feel!

He chuckled, and since she was staying close his lips pressed to her neck, finding that spot just beneath her ear.

"Bold? I think that's mostly you're influence."

"Mmmm, she noted. That was about all she could manage coherently for a moment because yeah, just under her ear! "Good influence." Totally good influence.

For her part, well, she got his shirt half unbuttoned and ran her fingers along his chest!

He smiled against her skin.

"My vote goes toward 'good influence', too."

His thumb swept over her hip bone, as the trail of her fingers raised heat over his skin.

"Yes, good." She hummed happily, not entirely sure if she was commenting on her influence or just the situation in general. She could be easily distracted sometimes!

Hmmm, dilemma. If she finished unbuttoning his shirt he'd have to let her go to take it off his arms...but if she didn't they'd never get to the tub. Damn. Well...she could finish unbuttoning and start kissing along his neck toward his collarbone?

Tilting his chin to give her better access to his neck and collar, he nipped her ear gently.

"Very good. So's what you're doin' there."

"Yeep!" She gasped when he nipped her ear. Apparently the points were sensitive, but not in a bad way.

"Hmmm, lot of talking for a man who should be naked now..." Well, she was working on that anyway. "Gotta let go of me lover, this shirt is coming off and if you don't want it ripped..." She'd rip though if he wanted! While he decided though she was going to nibble from either side of his collarbone.

He paused at the gasp, making sure it was the good kind before he continued on.

"I thought you were takin' care of that," he chuckled.

"Hold on now, I happen t'like this shirt." He also liked what she was doing, so he did his best to shrug off the button down without breaking contact with her.

The shirt hit the floor and his hands returned to her hips.

Oh yes, that was certainly the good kind!

"I am trying to without causing property damage!" She laughed and slowly arched against him. Yes, purely to tease but it felt good with his hands anchoring at her hips. "Hmmm...going to have to get at those pants..." she mused. "Can I get you to let me go?" Or did she need to convince him?

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That arch against him was all the convincing he needed.

His palms tightened on her hips briefly before he let his hands fall away to his sides to leave her free to work.

"That make it easier for you?"

"Yeah, just a bit..." she admitted ruefully. Could she help it if he was a very distracting person?! "I promise you can put your hands back as soon as I'm done!" Because it was nice and she liked the feel of his palm on her hips!

For now though...for now, it was time to wrestle with the damn button and fly of his jeans and slide her hands over his ass to start working them down his hips. Yes, there were probably more effective ways to strip the man but she had a fascination with getting her hands on his rear!

He had no objections to her methods.

His pulse quickened, and he watched her as she stripped him. For a moment a bout of self consciousness hit him, part because, well she was about to see him naked, and part because she could now plainly see the ugly scar on his belly left from Grant.

It passed though, as he knew she wasn't likely to care about scars, and all of her actions and that expression of hers went a long way to reassure him she liked what she was seeing.

So he let her work, and waited for the time when he could get his hands on her again, and take his turn getting her ready for the bath.

Scars were simply a part of life! She had her own share of them and he'd see those in time! Besides, scars meant he'd lived, and she much preferred feeling up a living guy!

Much preferred.

Dead guys weren't big on conversation after all.

Not that she was talking much. Her lips were busy on his chest, tongue playing over his ribs as her kept working his pants down. They started falling of their own accord when they hit his knees so she called it good and played fingers up his inner thighs.

Bath? Yeah, they'd get there eventually.

Yes, not to mention doing this sort of thing with a dead guy is probably taboo in multiple universes, not just this one.

When his pants hit the floor he raised his legs on shaky knees to step out of them, then kicked them to the side. His hands returned to her hips, transmitting the shudder that rose through him as her fingertips danced along his skin.

"If we weren't both so beat up I might say we should skip the bath."

"And do what instead?" she drawled teasingly. "A bath will do both our bruises good..." though what came after was entirely up in the air?

"You've got all of today off right? We have some time to kill and I've got a few ideas..."

He gave her a wicked smirk in reply, then squeezed her hips.

"I do. I guess we should see about gettin' you ready for the tub, then."

"Ooooo, I like that look. Keep it on," she grinned and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. "And if you like. I wouldn't mind a hand at all."

"Well sure, s'only fair after you were nice enough t'help me with mine," he drawled, smirk going no where.

His hands smoothed along her sides and back down again, and his fingertips hooked into the hem of her shirt.

With the slow slide of fabric, he lifted her shirt up.

She chuckled warmly and held her hands up for him and that lifting shirt showed...dark purple marks that were her version of scars and a newer, brighter blotch against her side. The bruising was about a ten inches in length, something had caught her good and hard but still!

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