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the day after the night before
Nov. 20th, 2014 10:45 pmThey curl up together in the light of the rising sun, both of them still half-drunk and completely, utterly satisfied. Brother Peire can't form a coherent thought, and even if he could he doesn't have the energy to articulate it. He only wants to sleep, and to dream about his body and Rainaut's and all the pleasures they can take from and offer to each other.
When he wakes again, the sun is full on his face, hot and painfully bright. He feels sticky and sweaty. His head is throbbing, his eyes are hot and dry, his mouth dry as well and his tongue thick and slow. He thinks he might be sick.
He tries to remember what he did last night, and the sense memory of Rainaut buried inside him, stretched out on top of him, weighing him down and breathing hot desire into his mouth makes something warm and yearning stir deep inside him. But the urge has left him. He wants to wash. He wants to lie down somewhere cool and dark and go back to sleep.
( He really, really wants to be sick. )
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When he wakes again, the sun is full on his face, hot and painfully bright. He feels sticky and sweaty. His head is throbbing, his eyes are hot and dry, his mouth dry as well and his tongue thick and slow. He thinks he might be sick.
He tries to remember what he did last night, and the sense memory of Rainaut buried inside him, stretched out on top of him, weighing him down and breathing hot desire into his mouth makes something warm and yearning stir deep inside him. But the urge has left him. He wants to wash. He wants to lie down somewhere cool and dark and go back to sleep.
( He really, really wants to be sick. )
words: 2150
total words: 42,496
