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With a wadded up hand towel, Rhiannon wiped fog from the mirror in Cian’s bathroom and looked at herself. Her hair was wet from the shower, and there were raccoon circles under her eyes, remnants of yesterday’s makeup. She spun some toilet paper from the roll and used it to wipe away the mascara. As she tipped her face left and right, she saw the mark that Cian’s mouth left on her neck; it was somewhere between a bite and a bruise, but it was faint and wouldn’t last the day. There was a comb near the sink. She parted her hair and brushed the tangles out of the lengths.

It was after noon. Early in the morning, Cian had left the cabin to take a boat of passengers on a day cruise. Rhiannon just rolled over and went back to sleep, tucked safely in covers that smelled like the two of them and their lovemaking. When she woke up again, she was surprised to have been out so long, and she sat on the edge of the bed feeling disoriented by heavy slumber and a bad dream she couldn’t quite remember.

Rhiannon pulled on her sweater, jeans, and boots and rummaged through Cian’s cabinets until she found what she needed to brew a pot of coffee. She took a mug of it onto the front steps and sat down, blowing across the steaming surface.

Re: The World is Tiny

on 2013-11-02 06:52 pm (UTC)
cian_oneill: (Chin on arm)
Posted by [personal profile] cian_oneill
There was a soft rumbling audible, his eyes half-closing as he allowed himself to enjoy the sensations she sent through him, her tongue and breath and voice and something he'd only just started to feel the previous night, all washing through him in a way he hadn't felt before.

His fingers slid inside the waist of her pants, fastenings soon undone as his head lifted enough so his mouth was next to her ear. "Summin' li' that."

Re: The World is Tiny

on 2013-11-02 07:41 pm (UTC)
cian_oneill: (Chin on arm)
Posted by [personal profile] cian_oneill
"Promise," he chuckled, a low rumbling sound, his hands sliding around her body and down into her jeans, pushing them down from her hips as far as they could go. Leaning in his mouth closed over her navel, tongue swirling in it, the warm scent of her arousal already strong in his nostrils, his own body already responding.

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