[ As if she could even think of doing anything else right now. Her shift might be in tatters but between the sheets and that lovely warmth still buzzing under her skin is more than enough to ward off the cold and she feels so deeply sated and wonderfully exhausted that the idea of doing anything but sleeping is an impossibility.
But then his voice catches in her head, the word snagging like cloth on a nail - satisfied. And it occurs to her much too late that while her greed has been slaked for the time being, she wasn't given the chance to do anything more than kiss him. And she knows full well from how close they'd been pressed together that the Mors King hadn't been satisfied in any way shape or form.
She looks at the solid shape of his back, considerably more at ease than it had been the first time she'd seen it tonight. A little part of her wants to reach out and make contact again, to ask for just a little bit more...
But then she forcefully douses the thought. No. This is more than enough, for both of them. She forces herself to roll over and when she speaks up, her voice is low and drowsy. ]
Mm. Goodnight.
[ And unsurprisingly she does - the well-earned, deep and restful sleep of someone wrung out to the very limits of their exhaustion. She doesn't stir once through the rest of the night. ]
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But then his voice catches in her head, the word snagging like cloth on a nail - satisfied. And it occurs to her much too late that while her greed has been slaked for the time being, she wasn't given the chance to do anything more than kiss him. And she knows full well from how close they'd been pressed together that the Mors King hadn't been satisfied in any way shape or form.
She looks at the solid shape of his back, considerably more at ease than it had been the first time she'd seen it tonight. A little part of her wants to reach out and make contact again, to ask for just a little bit more...
But then she forcefully douses the thought. No. This is more than enough, for both of them. She forces herself to roll over and when she speaks up, her voice is low and drowsy. ]
Mm. Goodnight.
[ And unsurprisingly she does - the well-earned, deep and restful sleep of someone wrung out to the very limits of their exhaustion. She doesn't stir once through the rest of the night. ]