http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-08-01 04:42 am (UTC)

The air is already steamy from the hot water pouring down, though she hasn't stepped into the enclosure yet. She turns at the sound of his voice and gets a good look at him in the light.

Her brow furrows immediately.

"What on earth?"

Her hand alights on his shoulder, just above the bruise, turning him so she can get a better look.

"I did not think we had that much fun last night?"

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