[ returning to his room is no more offensive to her than the first, though she finds herself vaguely surprised at its differences; she herself having forgotten what it looked like when she sat here not three hours earlier. the bed crinkles beneath her as she shifts to make space.
he's so warm, still. smelling pleasant and faintly of the soothing drug. she wants... to kiss him, still. unsated her. ]
Here...
[ she says, and reaches for his face in both her hands so she can pull him into a clumsy kiss. ]
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he's so warm, still. smelling pleasant and faintly of the soothing drug. she wants... to kiss him, still. unsated her. ]
Here...
[ she says, and reaches for his face in both her hands so she can pull him into a clumsy kiss. ]