She smiles at him, and once he leaves the room, flops back onto the bed, pulls a pillow over her face and groans into it. He could get her so worked up just by looking at her. And they'd done more than look.
Once she vents out her frustration into the pillow, she gets up and strips the bed. She takes the linens, and Arthur's pile of clothes to the wash room and sets them in the machines to clean. Then she replaces the bedclothes with fresh ones and decides to wash off quickly herself.
By the time she's at the showers, Arthur is clearly gone, likely already eating. She bathes quickly, and hurries back to her quarters to dry, so she can change.
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Date: 2016-09-24 05:57 am (UTC)Once she vents out her frustration into the pillow, she gets up and strips the bed. She takes the linens, and Arthur's pile of clothes to the wash room and sets them in the machines to clean. Then she replaces the bedclothes with fresh ones and decides to wash off quickly herself.
By the time she's at the showers, Arthur is clearly gone, likely already eating. She bathes quickly, and hurries back to her quarters to dry, so she can change.