[Maria thinks how sometimes a little pain, a little hurt, cannot be avoided. and maybe it can make things better. but those words seem like they shouldn't be uttered at this time. or maybe ever.
the night passes, encores given. soft and sweet once, hard and fast another. Maria had hungered, Vander had, and they had fed well. well enough that when she wakes up the next day, curled into his side with his arm wrapped around her, she feels how sore she is. pleasantly sore, a soreness that makes her smile as she recalls the night. what a good night. one she wouldn't forget any time soon.
but morning always comes.
she searches for the time and sees it's well into the afternoon. unsurprising. they'd kept each other busy. she stretches out and wonders when he will wake up. it seems mean to wake him up and she doesn't want to. happy to stay like this until he moves and they have to leave this space behind them. Maria simply turns to face him, smiling.]
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the night passes, encores given. soft and sweet once, hard and fast another. Maria had hungered, Vander had, and they had fed well. well enough that when she wakes up the next day, curled into his side with his arm wrapped around her, she feels how sore she is. pleasantly sore, a soreness that makes her smile as she recalls the night. what a good night. one she wouldn't forget any time soon.
but morning always comes.
she searches for the time and sees it's well into the afternoon. unsurprising. they'd kept each other busy. she stretches out and wonders when he will wake up. it seems mean to wake him up and she doesn't want to. happy to stay like this until he moves and they have to leave this space behind them. Maria simply turns to face him, smiling.]