[ oh, that makes her feel more excited than she should be. while he may not do it tomorrow—she wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't, since she'll take great pleasure if he can't do it because he's very sore—he's promising it for later. she doesn't know why the promise of later affects her so much.
not bothering to hide her smile, she lets out a contented sigh and closes her eyes. ] Yes, the least you could do… My knees hurt, so does my back and thighs. You should take pity on a girl tomorrow, and if it isn't tomorrow, someday in the very near future.
[ before she does allow herself to fully relax, she moves her head to sit more comfortably against his chest and tucks herself more firmly into his side. she's allowed to take this from him; she doubts she's harming him by doing this, and while she can easily wrestle him into submission… she suspects he doesn't mind.
she wants him to know that she's here and that she's not letting go, not even for one of his coveted shirts. ]
You owe me a shirt.
[ one last thing: she impulsively tilts her head to kiss his shoulder and then stops wriggling. ]
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not bothering to hide her smile, she lets out a contented sigh and closes her eyes. ] Yes, the least you could do… My knees hurt, so does my back and thighs. You should take pity on a girl tomorrow, and if it isn't tomorrow, someday in the very near future.
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( he winds his arm a little more securely around her and lets his hand rest against her back while he closes his own eyes. )
And we'll see what happens tomorrow.
( she'd at least get coffee. maybe more. )
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she wants him to know that she's here and that she's not letting go, not even for one of his coveted shirts. ]
You owe me a shirt.
[ one last thing: she impulsively tilts her head to kiss his shoulder and then stops wriggling. ]
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( or something. he'd let her have a shirt. right now, he just wants to rest. )
Good night, Katherine.