"Like a rock," she quipped, wiggling her toes as she yawned and stretched. But she wasn't ready to get out of bed, not by a long shot. Stretching meant realizing certain parts of her were deliciously bruised and scratched and remembering how a certain part of him had been sort of like a rock all night. Her smile curved deviously, and she bit her bottom lip coyly as she gazed at him. "Got any coffee for me?"
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Date: 2010-06-16 03:25 am (UTC)