The morning after

[noteasytobepink]

Clarice was a heavy sleeper, when she wasn't having nightmares. It came of never knowing when she'd get a good night's sleep again. Still, she was not a still sleeper. That meant she rolled and twisted some in the night; her frozen peas slipping down between herself and Bill some time around three in the morining.

And well, she shifted where her head was resting too. Next to his on the pillow, his shoulde,r his chest. It was probably past dawn when she settled with her head on his belly, still asleep.

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[no_andy_taylor]

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."

[noteasytobepink]

"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!

[no_andy_taylor]

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.

[noteasytobepink]

"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?

[no_andy_taylor]

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."

[noteasytobepink]

"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.

[no_andy_taylor]

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.

[noteasytobepink]

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?

[no_andy_taylor]

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?"

[noteasytobepink]

"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!

[no_andy_taylor]

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.

[noteasytobepink]

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.

[no_andy_taylor]

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."

[noteasytobepink]

"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..."

[no_andy_taylor]

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."

[noteasytobepink]

"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."

[no_andy_taylor]

"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.

[noteasytobepink]

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!

[no_andy_taylor]

He lifted the shirt up and off, getting a good look at her, and frowning at what he saw.

"Jesus, darlin'."

Discarding the shirt, he reached for her and gently grazed her skin below the bruising with this thumb.

"You sure you're alright?"

Granted, some of her scars looked like they'd been much worse than the bruising she had now, but there wasn't anything to be done about those.

[noteasytobepink]

She shivered slightly as he touched below the bruising, but nodded regardless. "I ache Bill, and it hurts to lift my arm or move much of my side, but I've had worse." Far worse.

At leas the wound from when he'd found her was a nice, tattoo-like line?

"Heat will be good for me, and some nice, low impact exercise." She said 'exercise' with a cheerful leer and ran fingers down his back, because, well, she could!

[no_andy_taylor]

His frown eased into a soft smile, and he trailed his touch lower, glancing fingertips over her belly, on down to her waistline.

"I guess we outta get you into that bath, then."

[noteasytobepink]

See, now, she really, really liked this new 'allowed to touch' thing. She liked that Bill wanted to, and was willing to, touch her. It made her laugh a little as he played fingers on her belly; not ticklish but just that damn nice. "Mmm, yeah, guess so. Sure you can handle sharing your wonderful tub with me?"

Granted she didn't think the sharing bit was going to be a problem. Splashing maybe, but not the sharing! And it was her turn to lay hands on his hips and trace thumbs along those wonderful curves as she waited!

[no_andy_taylor]

"Long as you don't hog as much space as y'did on the bed," he teased.

He liked having her hands on him just as much. Bending, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then moved his lips lower to her neck and then her shoulder. Fingertips teasing along her waist, they moved slow and careful until he was able to start easing down her pants.

It didn't take too far past her waist for the clothing to slip free, and he let them fall to the floor.

[noteasytobepink]

"We both seemed to manage just fine!" she mock-huffed. "But if it's that big a problem I'll just have to avoid sleeping in your bed again..." Completely empty threat that. Yep. She'd be there as often as she was invited!

She couldn't help but twitch her hips to aid the fall of her pants, and she swayed forward to lean on him in order to kick them off each leg. There, all nice and ready for a bath...

...

...the problem now was actually getting there. "Hmmm, walk me backward?"

[no_andy_taylor]

"That wasn't a complaint, it was just a... " It was hard to finish a sentence when she was such a distraction. He pulled back to take her in, eyes roving up then down. "Uh, observation."

Smiling, he rested his forehead against hers and complied with the request. Walking her backwards, he let his hands slide up and down her sides, mindful of the bruising, and around for a feel of her backside.