Nabbing her blanket is an easy enough matter, she keeps pretty much everything within reach of the bed, just in case. A few flicks of the wrist get it unfolded and fluffed out, a warm wool blend that's cozy without being scratchy. Then she occupies herself with the far more important matter of sliding right up against him and pressing as close as possible. Kick him out of bed? Please, he'll be lucky if he gets a pass for dinner.
(She's still of half a mind to suggest a long shower, hot in more ways than one, but that might be a little like announcing to the household what's going on and that... there's no need.)
Under the circumstances a scratchy blanket would be beyond intolerable. Everything else, really, is just about perfect, particularly once she settles alongside him. Wrapping an arm around her he leans in to kiss her, lazy and slow and pleased.
(He wouldn't mind joining her for that, once they've taken some time to enjoy this. They can probably be reasonably subtle about it. Maybe. Either way the benefits might outweigh the risks.)
Considering her usual experience of post-sex activities involves an unpleasant mix of loneliness and disgust (and sometimes downhill from there), to say this is a welcome change would be vastly understating. Carol wraps around him as much as their recumbent position allows, returning his kiss with almost dreamlike ease. If there were any pressure for words between them this kiss well covers it; maybe they'll get there eventually, right now there's no need.
However long this clandestine little retreat goes on, she intends to make the most of it. They've learned too well to never trust in tomorrows.
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(She's still of half a mind to suggest a long shower, hot in more ways than one, but that might be a little like announcing to the household what's going on and that... there's no need.)
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(He wouldn't mind joining her for that, once they've taken some time to enjoy this. They can probably be reasonably subtle about it. Maybe. Either way the benefits might outweigh the risks.)
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However long this clandestine little retreat goes on, she intends to make the most of it. They've learned too well to never trust in tomorrows.