Who: Alicia and George What: The Morning After, and receiving the Prophet Where: George's flat When: November 11, 8AM Rating: PG-ish (sorry, no sex this time) Alicia stepped out of the shower and grabbed for a towel to wrap around her hair, and another to dry off her body. She hummed in utter contentment, unable to remember when she'd ever had such a wonderful morning. It should have been awkward, probably might have been if the two of them hadn't woken up randy as hell and given it another go as the sun rose. So instead of feeling shy and awkward, she felt ravished and well-satisfied.
Now, however, she came to a strange dilemma. Her date clothes from the night before were still strewn about the bedroom, and she certainly didn't want to dress up at this time of the morning, but then, what could she wear? She was fairly certain George wouldn't mind her walking around in a towel, or naked even, but she felt a slight chill and wanted to cover up at least. Also, hot breakfast and naked skin tended not to go well together.
She spotted one of George's button-down shirts on the back of the door and decided he wouldn't mind if she borrowed it. Within moments, the towels were tossed over the side of the bathtub, and the shirt was buttoned most of the way up. For a moment, she held the collar against her nose, inhaling the slight scent that came from it, then chided herself for acting silly.
She left the bathroom and padded out to the kitchen, where she could smell food cooking. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, watching George work.