Two bodies, one on top of the other, barely moved in the complete darkness. The only sounds heard were the huffing and puffing of labored breathing as both attempted to regain themselves. This wasn't planned, but it wasn't rejected either.
Kat finally removed herself from Laz's lap, but left her leg on him, as though still needing to feel he was there. Neither said a word as they sat there. Laz slowly got to his feet. Since they were 'dry,' it was time to leave. Reaching down, he grabbed Kat's hand and helped her up. Then remembering the way, he made for the door with her in tow. He could help but feel how soft her hand was at this moment, a stark difference from her normal hard self.
