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Rose closed her eyes, as her lids felt tired and heavy. Sad, sad, she had been feeling so
sad, because she didn't--- want to not be talking anymore, she wanted to be talking
more, she'd wanted to
see him, and she--- her mind thought hazily back to earlier in the night, when she had been home, trying to sleep and thinking, maybe--- but it was late, now, so very late. She was always late, late with everything, and always---- strong hands interrupted her thoughts, as they roughly pushed her body up onto the sink.
A very cold sink, that was, that made it feel very--- her body shuddered, and Rose's eyes snapped open with a low gasp. She blinked down blearily at the close image of Rupert Axebanger Brookstanton pushing up her dress, his hand going up and--- it was not alarming her as much as it should be. It wasn't even--- she was having difficulty keeping her breath, and all that her scattered mind could focus on was how undeniably not sad she was feeling. Not sad. Not
sad. Her face screwed up for a moment, as he hiked up her leg, and she quickly pulled at clasp of his trousers.
He tasted like whiskey. She--- had drunk a
lot for how short of a physical presence she'd kept here, but, she didn't care. It made her feel better, Axebanger Rupert Brookstanton was making her feel
better. And for that, Rose raked her hands down his bare chest, enjoying the feel of it. Up until now there had been a silent agreement of ignoring each other's general existence, so how this had begun.... it was a fuzzy memory. Not important. Something to do with benefits. This sink was important. His hands were important. And his mouth. And all other parts of his body that could make her heart stop aching.
She pressed her forehead into his shoulder, taking deep breaths for a few moments.
"Wait---" She applied her weight against his chest. Maybe---
maybe--- Rose shook her head, the thought already passing as quickly as it had come. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him and forced her lips back onto his.
