noteasytobepink | The morning after

"Oh, right. It is gettin' a bit cold down here," he admitted with a chagrined smile. Bath water didn't stay very warm once it left the tub.

With a chuckle, he squeezed her thigh lightly and nodded.

"I am pretty hungry."

She smiled down at him and...gathered the will power to move. Yep. This involved carefully sliding both her knees up on either side of hips so she could brace and raise herself slowwwwwwwly off him. The sensations alone made her knees shake and drew another soft moan from her lips but eventually she managed.

From there it was just a matter of standing up entirely and offering a hand to Bill. "Good as you look down there...yeah, food."

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He gave his own soft groan as she rose and he slipped free.

Taking in a slow breath, he accepted her hand and pulled himself to his feet.

Grabbing a pair of towels off of the rack, he offered one to her.

"How's the bruisin'?" That was some pretty strenuous activity they just took part in, with her doing a lot of the work.

She wrapped the towel around her hips and then ran gentle fingers along her own ribs to test. "Ouch...sore. That's fine though, we didn't really bump my ribs while we were on the floor..."

Before heading t the kitchen Clarice grabbed a brush and passed it to Bill with pleading eyes. "Can you brush my hair while I cook? Pleeeease?"

He watched the trail of her fingers, wincing for her when she encountered the bruising.

"Gonna be more careful, don't wanna ruin that clean bill of health you've been waitin' for from the doc." More importantly, he didn't want to hurt her.

Wrapping his towel around his waist, he glanced towards they're clothes before he followed her toward the kitchen. Looked like they'd be doing breakfast in the buff. Fun, as long as there was no bacon, because ouch.

"Sure." He nodded, taking the brush. "Be happy to."

"Well, if I get stuck on a few more days rest because I decided you're too damn attractive...well...I know we could put the days to use." She smirked at him over her shoulder and led the way to the kitchen.

And no, no bacon. She'd do eggs and french toast though? That kept her still and at the stove for more than long enough to get her hair brushed.

Haaaaair brushiiiiiings. Yum.

He gave a warm chuckle and no objection to that.

In the kitchen he waited until she was done moving around and was at the stove (and made sure the curtains were all closed while she was bustling about), then stood behind her.

With careful strokes he ran the brush through her hair, mindful of any tangles, and stealing a kiss or three on her shoulder and neck.

"That alright?" He asked as he gave a gentle stroke with the brush.

Oh, right, curtains. Why hadn't she thought of that? Well, she wasn't very body conscious to be honest.

And damn but the man was distracting! She ended up swaying back against him after each gentle kiss, leaning against him as a matter of course because he was comfy. Very comfy.

This meant the eggs overcooked a little so she scrambled them instead of making them over easy but..."Yeah, yeah that's fine lover. I like having my hair played with, and if it dries before being brushed the knots get bad."

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Scrambled eggs were totally fine!

He was more than happy to have her lean into him, and when he was done with the brush he tucked in close to her, pressing his chest to her back and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I like brushin' it for you, but you wouldn't want me stylin' or braidin' it."

Good because there really wasn't a way to unscramble them!

"Don't worry, I can braid it myself if it starts getting in the way..." she tilted her head back to kiss his cheek happily and set the eggs aside in favor of working on the toast. "And styling isn't something I worry about."

Bill leaned over to pinch a bit of egg out of the pan, popping it into his mouth quick and reverse blowing on it. HOT!

"I like your hair. Don't think it needs much fussin' at all." He liked it simple, and it always looked nice straight.

"Thief!" She laughed and then giggled more when it was hot. Served him right after all.

"Mmmm, glad you like my hair." Being attractive t him was...slightly important now.

She needed worry about that, she had Bill hooked and landed now.

"Like a lot about you. Like you even more if you lots of powdered sugar on mine."

French toast was just better with a small mountain of sugar on top, right?

"Ah, so the real way to your heart is through sugar in your stomach?" she chuckled and reached down to stroke fingers along his hand a moment. "Sure that's a good idea after a hang over?" Not that she was going to say no honestly.

Spoiling him was fun.

"The way t'any man's heart is through his stomach," he informed her sagely.

Bending to tuck his chin on her shoulder, he made a show of mulling it over.

"Hmm... yep. Just talked to my gut, an' we want sugar."

"MMmm, convince me?" she teased, swaying side to side slightly since she could. "After all the powdered sugar is waaaaay over there and I don't think it's worth my while to move."

"My heart ain't worth your while?" he teased, swaying with her.

Pressing closer against her back, he trailed his fingertips up to tease her belly, and turned to kiss her neck.

"What if I asked real nicely?"

"I expect to work just a bit harder to earn your heart lover," just saying! "Shortcuts are never worth it in the end!" And what if she ended up leaving? Did he really want to give her his heart in full?

The hands and lips were a bit convincing though, in that 'really didn't want to move now' kind of way. "Tell you what Bill, you keep doing that and I'll head toward the sugar." Yep.

He was still blissfully ignoring the possibility (or rather, probability) that she was going anywhere.

"Alright," he agreed easily, bringing his hand up to brush the underside of her breast. "I'll head that way with you."

Yeah, she would probably keep reminding him because...she didn't like leaving people in a lurch. She hadn't been found by the Timebroker yet but...she might. She might.

She arched back against him slightly, enjoying the petting, and set the French toast pan aside. That way there wouldn't be burning going on while she wended toward the powdered sugar. Just for him she put a bit more sashay in her hips instead of her normal, deliberate step. "I like a man who can keep up..." she teased lightly.

He chuckled warmly, moving with her.

"'Long as we ain't runnin' or kung-fu fightin', I can keep up just fine."

"I should run later tonight..." she mused. "Since I didn't run this morning." But she wouldn't insist he come!

Hah! Powdered sugar achieved! Time to wend back toward the stove! "But until then you have my undivided attention."

"Lots of ways t'get your excercise, why run?"

He smirked, and kissed her cheek.

Making the trek back to the stove, he went back to grazing fingers over her belly, with the occasional slide against her breast, and tease lower on her waist.

He watched her cook, giving an, "Mmmm... powdered sugar."

"To build up endurance again," she offered blandly, followed by a pleased little gasp as the petting commenced. "It's important, and don't want to wear the sheriff away to nothing in other exercises..." fun as it could be!

There, his toast was done, set on a plate, liberally sprinkled and...balanced in one hand as she turned around to kiss him soundly.

"Sound like you're ampin' up for a marathon." He grinned, and chuckled about being worn away. "Y'know, for someone afraid of soundin' like a sex fiend, you kinda sound like one."

He smirked, and gave into the kiss, taking advantage of her being turned around to press up against her chest to chest.

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