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 was braced for a reaction, certain what he'd just said had come out all sorts of wrong. Hearing what she had to say in reply surprised him, and it made him smile.

It was clear that she had given this some thought, and it showed him that she wanted to make this work. (It also quieted the small fear he had that this was just a pity lay or something.)

Heartened, he nodded.

"We could work it that way, if that's what you wanted. I don't care none what folks have t'say 'bout me, but, y'know how I feel when they start talkin' 'bout you." It made him a rather unhappy (and violent) man is what it did.

His smile turned into a slow grin, and he couldn't agree more with how good this had been.

"I'm sure I'll be takin' you up on that." And won't mind her doing the same at all.

[noteasytobepink]

She didn't do pity lays! The occasional "oh God we're both going to die' lays but not pity!

And...she wanted it to work as long as she was here honestly. She liked him, therefore part of her thought processes were geared toward making sure he was happy!

"I'll start asking around, seeing who might be hiring." She didn't need much. She'd be happy to work bagging or such a the grocery even. She just wasn't comfortable relying on Bill's money indefinitely! "Then you can help me figure out the best options?" He knew the people and would know who was better to work for!

"And you'd better! I'll start feeling weird if I'm the only one jumping her lover! Imagine the scandal! Me the sex fiend, you the guy I pounce will-he nil-he..." Yes, she was teasing.

[no_andy_taylor]

"Alright. An' I'll be happy t'serve as a reference." He smiled. He would sure miss having her at the station, but that would just mean side trips to wherever she ended up.

He'd have his fingers crossed for somewhere with food.

The laugh her last comment caused made his chest rumble, and he grinned at her.

"I dunno if I'd mind bein' that guy so much." There were certainly worse fates.

[noteasytobepink]

"Right, references..." she chuckled and bit his shoulder gently (it was there!). "Doc probably wouldn't mind being one as well." Hopefully, in case she needed more than one!

"I'd mind!" she snorted. "I like being jumped myself sometimes! I like not always knowing what's going on and finding out that you have specific plans for me!" It was exciting and fun to not always be in control! "And I'm sure a wily mind like yours has some ideas hmmm?"

[no_andy_taylor]

"Wily?" He chuckled. "Hmm... I might." His smirk said he did, and that she'd have to wait and see.

"Right now, though, I think we probably outta start thinkin' 'bout gettin' up."

He hated to move, really, but he was lying wet and naked on the bathroom floor, not the most comfortable position to be in.

[noteasytobepink]

"Wily," she agreed cheerfully. "Capable of immense thought and planning despite the affable, cheerful demeanor! Wily!" Oh, man, moving?

She was comfortable!

"Hmmm, and should probably eat..." now that the aspirin and the hormones had helped take the edge off the hang over. Alright, moving.

She sighed and slowly sat up then...sighed happily. He was still buried to the hilt after all and her body was a liiiiittle sensitive right now. Moving against him at all at the moment felt good.

[no_andy_taylor]

"Y'might be on to me." He smirked, with more than a touch of mischief in it.

Pushing a few strands back over her shoulder, he nodded.

"I could eat." A horse, after all this.

He sucked in a sharp breath when she moved, a tremble running down his spine. Ohhhh, sensitive indeed, and tingly.

"Lord, might be rethinkin' the getting up thing... " Because this still felt damn good.

[noteasytobepink]

"Mmmmm," she noted with a grin and a slight shift backward. All the better to grind and rub a little...

...but...

..."You're on the bathroom floor lover." Which wasn't that comfortable was it? Nice as it felt, fun as it had been..."Maybe the next round should be in the kitchen?"

[no_andy_taylor]

"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."

[noteasytobepink]

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."

[no_andy_taylor]

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.

[noteasytobepink]

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?"

[no_andy_taylor]

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."

[noteasytobepink]

"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.

[no_andy_taylor]

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.

[noteasytobepink]

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."

[no_andy_taylor]

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."

[noteasytobepink]

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."

[no_andy_taylor]

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.

[noteasytobepink]

"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.

[no_andy_taylor]

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?

[noteasytobepink]

"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.

[no_andy_taylor]

"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."

[noteasytobepink]

"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."

[no_andy_taylor]

"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?"