Kay closed her eyes

(Read the first part here: Now you’re the bad terminator bitch around here)

In the morning, Kay awakened on his bed. They were in exactly the same position as when they fell asleep. Thirsty, she got up and ventured into his bathroom with no shower curtain and drank handfuls of water straight from the bathroom faucet. Returning, she noticed the barren state of his apartment, decidedly Spartan but comfortable nonetheless. The early midday sun was filtering in through grimy windows, and the bare wood floors were covered in layers of slick glossy wood stain and sticky dust. These old places were frustrating in their decaying vintage, but beautiful.

Back in bed, on top of old white sheets, she lay back next to him in his halfway fetal position, carefully returning to the previous arrangement. He stirred slightly, hand finding its way back to her bare abdomen, pulling himself closer. She glanced over at him, still happily asleep, and envied his far-away, peaceful expression, knowing that, with the sun-up, she would probably stay awake for a while now.

His hand strayed, first up towards her ribs and the softer flesh of her breasts, and then down down to the old cotton hem, down further, beneath it. (read the rest…)