Lydia Martin personifies (

eunoia) wrote in

Lydia hummed an agreement. "Yeah," she sighed. "And I don't really feel like moving, I don't know about you," she admitted, giving a facial shrug.

Truthfully, she was comfortable. ...truthfully...if she had to crash here for the night, she'd prefer it to going home, at this point, and she didn't see how it was actually a bad thing.

Her fingertips started moving again, ghosting gentle touches down the center of his chest and abdomen before teasing absently at the tuft of hair below his waist. "What's your turnaround time?" she wondered aloud without actually looking back up at him.

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