Merrill doesn't believe in shoes (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} little_elf_lost) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-07-26 23:54:00 |
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What: Awkward pillow talk.
Warnings: Discussions of 'adult situations'
Merrill rolled onto her side to face Hawke, still a little out of breath. "Hawke..." she panted.. And then couldn't think of anything else to say. Her brain was still shorting out a little, and she was all glowy. She slid closer, nuzzling into Hawke's bare shoulder. Talking wasn't really needed right now. She would just let her mind go all blank and happy-fuzzy.
Her gaze was soft, hooked on Hawke's face even though they were so close to each other that it almost made her eyes cross. "You're so pretty," she murmured, clearly feeling loopy after their activities.