Margaret slept deeply.
Despite the narrow bed and the man holding her all night, she woke up with a slight soreness in her shoulders and neck.
"Is it morning already?"
she sat up, pushing her disheveled hair back and glanced at the faint light seeping through the window.
Thinking about the chaos awaiting at the Duke's mansion, she hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, "Oh well."
Chaos begets chaos.
Andy rose, massaging Margaret's stiff shoulders, "Sorry for making you sleep in such a place." Similar words had been spoken last night.
Margaret half-squinted, enjoying her lover's care until he started kissing her cheeks and neck. She pressed against his chest, guiding him back to the bed.
She didn't exert much force; it was Andy going along with it, lying on the bed as if surrendering to her whims.
Margaret sat at his waist, impatiently manipulating his weighty member.
