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The rest of the night passed in a blur. Erato made the most of her time, pushing Elijah onto his back and then going down on him to get him ready again, and then straddling him and riding him until when they were done, she tumbled down beside him and fell into a satisfied sleep. The morning sun peeped through the uncurtained windows, waking her early, and she reached out to stroke her hand down Elijah's bare arm and encourage him to wake up enough that she could nestle against his side and look up at him all sleepy and sexy, her bed hair perfectly tousled. Apparently a whispered, "Wanna fuck?" was invitation enough for him to abandon sleep and take her in his arms.
When Elijah finally rolled off her, Erato was well and truly sated. She sighed happily, closing her eyes. The lack of sleep would probably come back to bite her later, but it was absolutely worth it.
"Are you getting coffee, babe?" she asked without opening her eyes, pulling the covers back over herself.