[ She unwinds as necessary, keeping his head cradled in her hand as the rest of her settles on top of him. A cool flush of shame washes down her body before settling like silt, further swaying her towards sleep. Jess visualizes numbers pulsing faintly with his heartbeat, glowing darker and darker, dimmer and dimmer until she finally stops shaking.
The pitter-patter of raindrops on the tarp around them jostles her awake before REM has a chance to fuck with her a second time. Nonetheless, Jess drinks in his solid muscle and safe heat wherever they press together: calf, thigh, stomach, chest. She can't feel one arm from the odd angle she slept on it, sort of not really wedged between them, but the other is still slung loose around his neck. Jess resists the groggy urge to whet her senses on him, drag her fingertips over to his skin, apprehensive it will sharpen her recall of the previous night -- or earlier morning. And make it harder to ignore she's thirstier than hell. ]
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The pitter-patter of raindrops on the tarp around them jostles her awake before REM has a chance to fuck with her a second time. Nonetheless, Jess drinks in his solid muscle and safe heat wherever they press together: calf, thigh, stomach, chest. She can't feel one arm from the odd angle she slept on it, sort of not really wedged between them, but the other is still slung loose around his neck. Jess resists the groggy urge to whet her senses on him, drag her fingertips over to his skin, apprehensive it will sharpen her recall of the previous night -- or earlier morning. And make it harder to ignore she's thirstier than hell. ]