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[OOC: Continued from here.]

February 6, 2012

Later, she wouldn't remember what they talked about. There wasn't much to remember, they both steered away from heavier topics, preferring to flirt and banter.

She wouldn't remember the car that cut her off as they neared the train station. She certainly wouldn't remember the rest of the drive. She wouldn't remember checking in at the bed and breakfast.

What Chris would remember was Jack's hand on her arm as she watched the car pass. She'd remember how often she seemed to laugh and smile, maybe she would have felt ridiculous for it but she was too happy to care. She'd remember the way she felt when they were finally in the room alone. The nervous excitement and this feeling of "finally".

That's what she'd remember.

[OOC: This thread contains warning for lots o' smut.]

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

He rolls on his side so he can get closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and still trying to catch his breath.

"Love you too," he says, kissing her shoulder. Even though it's not that late, he's wiped out, and he gives her a tired smile. "I don't feel much like going anywhere, do you?"

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

"Maybe the shower. Later," she yawns. It's still raining, there's nowhere to go even if she wanted to. And she doesn't. Snuggling closer, eyelids drooping closed she adds, "We should find out if they have room service for dinner."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

He chuckles. "Somehow I doubt it. Bed-and-breakfasts usually only serve breakfast after all. We could always order in, if we wanted."

Letting out a long breath, he closes his eyes, listening to the rain outside. "Think I'd rather have a na--" a yawn interrupting--"nap, though." It had been an early morning, and a rather active afternoon after all.

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

A slight frown at this and a brief nod of her head, eyes closed all the while.

"A nap's good." She supposes they could venture out later, if absolutely necessary.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

A quiet "Mmmm-hmm" is his only answer, shifting slightly to curl the arm not draped over her waist underneath the pillow. Snuggling into her, he pulls up the blanket a little before letting himself drift off, warm and content.

The night isn't over yet, but that can wait; they have time.