Thread: KC and Aubrey Who: Aubrey Ryan and Kasey Gibson When: Morning, Sunday, August 10 Where: Kasey's room What: Aubrey's done the registration thing and he's not really sure how he feels about that.
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Aubrey was up before Kasey.
He'd come sneaking into her room the night before, just wanting her and wanting the distraction from work. From work, from the fact that he'd really gone against his principles and gotten himself marked. He hadn't been too cozy with her for the last few days, and then he insisted on making the sex so rushed that he never even took off his long-sleeved shirt.
With Kasey asleep and the room warm, Aubrey discarded the shirt when he woke up. Tossed it onto the floor and now he was looking at the number on his arm, stamped and embedded on his skin. Neat and clinical and still a little on the tender side. He ran his fingertip over it, poked it a little. There was no escaping it now, was there? And in the end, did it really make that much of a difference?