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.. the afterglow is still there when Lil recognizes the warm, musty scent of Vincent Law, after the dream of running barefoot in a deep forest. She feels his body, holding her and caressing her, a feeling she's tried to imitate with a pillow when she was younger, but doesn't quite capture the enveloping presence of another person.
When she opens her eyes, he is still asleep. The morning streaks through the bedroom windows and she half-admires how it highlights his brow and nose, as he breathes in and out. This is the same person who, last night, she rode those immense waves with, and she can sense how, inside of her, she's all warm from how he'd lovingly filled that emptiness who craved his exact shape. The whole bed carries their scent, and it's alright. She thinks about kissing him upon the lips to wake him, but decides against it, letting him enjoy those minutes of adoring vulnerability. The only thing she does before getting up, is nudging his hand and sliding it there, between her legs (she's still a bit sensitive) like a little tease she's giving herself. She clenches gently and remembers the slow, warm trickle of his semen leaking out of her.
When her feet touch the floor, the urgent need to pee hits her. She pads quietly to the bathroom and sits on the toilet. The first stream comes out in a hot rush, and a fuzzy, deeply satisfying relief washes over her, almost pleasurable in its own way. Her vulva is still tender and swollen from his thrusting, and the act of peeing sends little aftershocks through her sensitive folds, mixing some of his essence with her own release. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring that strange, hazy bliss.
One thing Lil hates is having morning breath. For dinner last night, they'd had an entire chicken omelette with asparagus toppings. She'd never planned on doing it with him, but.. it just happens. Your heart opens up to his total being in those moments, and before you realise, all you can hope for is just how good it is to know him like that. For him to cry out, to muffle his pleasure as he bites your shoulder and sucks your breasts, feeling how gorgeous every thrust is with how you can feel once he throws his whole body behind it, and ultimately lets himself go inside of you.
After brushing her teeth, and giving her face a good rinse-off, she checks the mirror. Every day is another opportunity for her to look her best, so she plucks out an eyebrow or two that's out of place.
Well, before the cleanser, there is the shower. Have to get all the sweat off, even though she already knows her memory is going to want the scent of sex in conjunction with this bodily warmth.. that feeling that the day is going to be alright. She likes it when the water is on the verge of scalding hot - that really wakes her up, and puts on the lavender shampoo, and the honey almond body scrub.
Back at the mirror again, where now it's steamed up. She lathers her face up in cleanser - it's a two-step process. Oil cleanser - Lil doesn't rush, even if she'll never admit about being careful. Then you follow with a gel cleanser, lather it up, and a cold water rinse. (She runs water through her hands the way she tolerates sentiment: briefly, then done.) The Vitamin C serum, she dabs from the dropper, rubs it among her palms, and massages it onto her face with the efficiency of someone who's rotated through enough products to realise: let's keep it simple, no rotation, no seasonal swaps, just what works and that's that.
The moisturizer, she's ordered from France. When she dabs it especially around her eyes, the corners of her lips (where you tend to get wrinkles), there's a momentary sheen which quickly fades with the sensation of leaving her skin supple. She applies the eye cream with a practiced precision along the orbital bone, and if you want to accuse her of vanity, so be it, you'll never be her ;)
The eyeliner and lipliner is non-negotiable. The first thing a person sees of your face are the eyes and lips, and Lil always applies them in a manner sharp and exact, sometimes without a mirror if she's in a rush to work.
As she is about to grab some clothes, she looks upon Vincent again, and pauses. Perhaps he'll wake up to something nice.
It's sizzling. Vincent hears the sizzle coming from the kitchen. He's a little groggy, with his entire body sore from the level of exertion he's poured out into her. He never meant to. He'd been feeling down, and after calling Lil just to talk about it, they ended up meeting for dinner, and she took him to her place where in those silences, it was alright to come closer - enough to inhale her, and feel her breath.. intoxicating in its own right.
There is Lil. She's just finished with the scrambled eggs, bacon and buttered bread on both their plates, and is slicing some parsley and chives on the cutting board for the finishing touches.
She is also totally naked. With her backside toward him, and with a smile he easily detects - she has both their plates. "I thought you'd like some breakfast in bed."