Jacqueline Santoro (vanity_kills) wrote in tell_a_tale, |
Their rustling about came down to the removal of his jeans and her underwear before she moved back onto the bed but towards the head of the bed where she could layvback. They spent the next hour between the fine linens of the hotel. When they were done and comfortably laying down, she found herself against the side of his body, hugging over his chest -- a hand on it, index finger tracing idle circles over his skin. She had been silent for a long while, staring at nothing in particular.