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My body is a map to the places I've been
He treasures these mornings, especially as they come so rarely. This time Neil's doing them the favor, taken the girls up to the Compound and leaving the two of them to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other. On some mornings like this they doze, on some they fuck nice and slow, on some they talk quietly together. This time they're just lying there in the bed that's Tom's gift, making pillows of each other, touching slowly and feeling the sun move in shafts across their skin.
He never used to have this, he thinks, and it's important to remember that always. Even if they'd had each other in the Realm the way he'd wanted it, it would have been all quick fucks and stolen minutes. None of this. No enjoying each other, nowhere really to be.
He never used to have this, he thinks, and it's important to remember that always. Even if they'd had each other in the Realm the way he'd wanted it, it would have been all quick fucks and stolen minutes. None of this. No enjoying each other, nowhere really to be.