noteasytobepink | The morning after

She'd nibble something in a few hours; when it didn't hurt to sit up! For now she was totally nesting the blankets though.

And seriously debating whether she was going to let him get up.

"Hard choices. Get pain killers and water or...keep you in bed. Curse you!" Alas, she probably needed teh water at least so she lifted her head off his belly.

Bill felt a slight flush come to his features, but with the way Clarice was laying she shouldn't be able to see it.

Rolling out from beneath her, he was careful not to jar her too much as he got up.

"I'll be back in a minute, an' you can go on usin' me as a pillow."

"Your spot may have bene taken by the tim eyou get back!" She teased softly. "I hear the actual pillows want a chance to step in..." And she snagged one to stuff under head, naturally.

"Oh, you could have competition..."

"Y'mean you'd replace me so quick with a bag of fluff?" He sounded wounded, truly.

Chuckling, he left the room and headed for the kitchen.

It wasn't the straightest line anyone ever walked, but he managed with some support from the wall. Making a pit stop on the way there, he grabbed a bottle of Tylenol from the bathroom, then went to the kitchen for two bottled waters.

He also rooted around for something to put in his stomach that was still somewhat determined to turn itself inside out. Without the time, or strength really, to make the biscuits he wanted, he settled for a cold piece of fried chicken from the fridge.

Tossing the leg bone into the trash, he headed back to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he shook out a pair of pills into his palm, and offered them to her along with one of the waters.

"I bet that pillow ain't nice enough t'get you painkillers."

"Glad I cna entertain you with tales of your replacement!" she called after him as he chuckled. Really, it would serve him right if he couldn't have his role back!

Hmmph.

"It isn't very ambulatory so no." But she was still curled firmly upon it anyway! "That's for kinder men, with legs and all, but it does make a good pillow." She held up a hand for pills as a matter of course though.

He handed the pills over, followed by the water, and took a pair himself as well.

"Well I hope you two are very happy together, then," he replied, setting the water on the nightstand and settling back on the mattress.

"I'll just be over here, enjoyin' my space an' all, I suppose."

She accepted the pills gratefully and tossed them back with a good half of the water. She knew what was important in these situations (hydration)! "MMm, we are a happy couple," she admitted easily. "But we're very open to the idea of a threesome." Very very open!

"And you have to admit space is really overrated."

Bill cast his eyes sideways at her, and felt heat flush his features some.

Shaking his head at laughing, he moved to make room for her.

"It might be, is awful lonely. So, if you wanna join me I sure won't say no."

"Oh good, I like spicing up my relationships, especially in light of pillow-dates." She grinned and turned around on the bed so she could flop the pillow up by Bill's shoulder before curling against him again.

He made a better pillow after all.

And he didn't her wrapping her legs around one of his or her slipping a hand under his shirt to rest her palm on his belly did he? "Wouldn't want you lonely either."

His abs jumped beneath her touch, but that wasn't him minding at all. In fact, her actions encouraged him to go ahead and put his arms around her, one palm resting on her lower back, and the other wrapped around her hip.

He even pressed a kiss to her crown, touched by her words even if it was just banter.

"I think I'm safe from that, now." Thanks to her.

The minute he jumped under her hands Clarice grinned and teased nails over his belly because, well, it was fun! "Safe. Ouch, he uses the word 'safe' when in bed with me. There go my lascivious designs on his virtue..." Big sigh!

Siiiiiiiigh.

She snuggled under his hands, pleased that he was willing to touch her despite not being drunk, and pressed a kiss to his chest. "I'll just have to plot against your virtue later, when you're not expecting honorable, safe conduct. Perhaps after our bath."

The graze of her nails raised goosebumps on his skin, and a pleasant shiver.

Smiling, he smoothed his hand over her lower back, and lightly squeezed her hip.

"I actually meant safe from bein' lonely."

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"Yeah, I know, but it was fun to tease," she admitted warmly. "And your virtue is not actually safe from me so I guess we're even?" Maybe kinda?

"I'll be kind and brush my teeth before kissing you though."

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"Oh, I don't mind," he replied with a small smirk.

"I guess I can return the teeth brushin' favor, though, but it'll mean waitin' 'til we get up again." And as comfortable and content as he was right now, he didn't plan on making that anytime soon.

"Yeah, that's the kicker isn't it? Waiting until we feel like moving again." Hmmph. Damn toothbrushes being out of reach. "I'll content myself with playing with your shirt." And chest. Totally playing fingers up over his whole chest since he was there and allowing it!

She liked the way his ribs felt, honestly, and the pectorals over those ribs...

Allowing hell, he was quite enjoying what her hands were doing.

"You keep that up don't know if I'll ever feel like movin' again," he said in a lazy manner that was no where near a complaint.

His hand on her back took up a slow up and down motion along her spine, fingertips skimming the hem of her shirt when his hand was low, then smoothing back up between her shoulder blades.

"Well, it's part of my evil plan," she noted cheerfully. "Lull you into a false sense of security, and just when you think you're safe and want to maybe fall asleep again..." she switched from fingertips to gentle nails along his skin, teasing.

"The big decision being whether I want to get your shirt of you yet." She was, naturally, arching her back under his hand a bit, like a cat who wasn't quite they wanted to moved but couldn't help but enjoy the petting...

His skin prickled beneath her nails, and a tingle raced along his spine. His chuckle was part appreciative murmur, and he smiled at her.

"That'll teach me t'let my guard down."

Noting her reaction, he kept up with his hands, letting his fingers curl slightly to add a bit more pressure from his fingertips.

"Hm, an' what's that big decision hinge on?"

Because he was perfectly willing to comply if that's what she wanted.

"Yes, you should know better than to let wily people like me into your bed. You'll never get rid of me now." Smirrrrrk.

Hmmm, what did her decision hinge on? What indeed?

She'd...have to try to think through the fact of being petted! Cursed man using her own tricks against her!

"...being willing to sit up enough to let it come off easily?"

"How sad for me," he drawled, smirking right back at her.

"Y'know it would only take a second," he said about the shirt. "Of course, you'd have t'convince me the half situp I'd have to do would be worth it."

Such a lazy pair were they.

Such a lazy, hungover pair they were! "Hmmm, what to offer, what to offer..." real shame he didn't want to do it just because she liked his chest huh?

"How about...show me yours I'll show you mine?"

She had a knack for surprising him, and she did it again, causing him to give a quick laugh.

Yeah, he totally wasn't expecting that offer.

"How 'bout, I'll go ahead an' do mine, without leavin' you obligated to do anything, 'less you wanted to?"

Not that he'd mind seeing hers, of course, but he wasn't going to rush anything she wasn't really ready for.

If she wanted to, though...

Him rushing her? She was the one who kissed him and ended up in his bed within one night!

Granted, the alcohol helped...

"Tell you what. I'll get up and go brush my teeth properly so you can take your shirt off then we'll see where we go from there? Unless you wnat help with the shirt..."

He was starting to realize there probably wasn't much he could do that would be rushing her, this was just her speed, and he was okay with that. It beat the hell out of twenty years of pining that ended in rejection.

Trying to be more bold, he nodded.

"I'll come with you, get my own brushed. Then you can help me out." And him her, if that's what happened.

"Well, if we're both migrating to the bathroom we may as well get the bath in early huh?" Soak the bruises, so on and so forth.

Yep. Totally harmless intentions there!

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