[More often than not, Emma is not the type to linger after having sex. She'll find her clothes and throw them on while offering one excuse or another (usually something about having an early day), or make her escape in the middle of the night when it's too late to be noticed. In her mind it's always a perfectly acceptable exit, always to keep things from getting uncomfortable later on; to save both of them the trouble of having to engage in conversation, or cuddling - or worse, waking up together.
She's not sure if it's the season getting to her or the man laying beside her, but this time Emma doesn't feel like making her exit after she finally catches her breath. Part of her wonders what he'll say if she doesn't head for the door soon, because that same part of her is hoping he might like the company. Maybe she's pushing her luck, but she crawls under the covers instead of staying on top of them, stretching out between the sheets and accidentally brushing her bare leg over his.
Cuddling and talking still aren't on Emma's list of favorites, so she stays on to her side, and she stays silent, resting her head on a pillow that has her breathing in the scent of him as soon as she makes contact with it.
6, possibly with a side of 2 maybe? Possibly.
She's not sure if it's the season getting to her or the man laying beside her, but this time Emma doesn't feel like making her exit after she finally catches her breath. Part of her wonders what he'll say if she doesn't head for the door soon, because that same part of her is hoping he might like the company. Maybe she's pushing her luck, but she crawls under the covers instead of staying on top of them, stretching out between the sheets and accidentally brushing her bare leg over his.
Cuddling and talking still aren't on Emma's list of favorites, so she stays on to her side, and she stays silent, resting her head on a pillow that has her breathing in the scent of him as soon as she makes contact with it.
In short, she's in a weird mood tonight.]