"We ought to clean up, not lay like this at all," Roland said, but he didn't make any move to stop her from getting the covers, or from guiding him under them. It might be slightly embarrassing to be so tired, but it would be more embarrassing to deny it and throw a tantrum over it like some little child. Still, for the first time since they'd started kissing, he felt honestly naked. Being tired, at least like this, felt horribly exposed.
But he was tired. He could feel himself slipping out of full consciousness, in an altogether less pleasant way than she had wrung out of him a few minutes before. Wrapping an arm around her, almost without thinking, he closed his eyes.
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Date: 2015-02-08 03:21 am (UTC)But he was tired. He could feel himself slipping out of full consciousness, in an altogether less pleasant way than she had wrung out of him a few minutes before. Wrapping an arm around her, almost without thinking, he closed his eyes.