[By the time he arrives home, she has both pillows stacked behind her to recline against and the book propped on her knees — a position that causes the shimmery black cocktail dress she has yet to change out of to ride up around her hips. Her shoes came off before she made the climb, but she carried them with her and they are now laid neatly by the side of the bed. All in all, she's made herself quite comfortable. At the sound of the door, she freezes, one hand resting on the page she was about to turn.
Keeping silent is a bit of a struggle, especially after he yells for John, but she bites her lip and stays still waiting to see if anything gives her presence away. She was careful to close the window this time and to put anything she touched exactly where she found it. Not that it matters since he'll find her eventually; it's just another game. But he doesn't come rushing in, and she allows herself to breathe shallowly as she listens to him moving about.
When he finally walks in, the anticipation has built almost to a peak — though any tension is immediately dissipated by the sight of the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. Her stockinged feet whisper against the covers as she sets the book down and shifts sideways to face him better.]
Going to bed already?
[She says it so casually. As if this were perfectly normal, co-opting his flat as a crash space while she's in town.]
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Keeping silent is a bit of a struggle, especially after he yells for John, but she bites her lip and stays still waiting to see if anything gives her presence away. She was careful to close the window this time and to put anything she touched exactly where she found it. Not that it matters since he'll find her eventually; it's just another game. But he doesn't come rushing in, and she allows herself to breathe shallowly as she listens to him moving about.
When he finally walks in, the anticipation has built almost to a peak — though any tension is immediately dissipated by the sight of the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. Her stockinged feet whisper against the covers as she sets the book down and shifts sideways to face him better.]
Going to bed already?
[She says it so casually. As if this were perfectly normal, co-opting his flat as a crash space while she's in town.]