didntseeit: (them's the breaks)
It wasn't that they had stopped sniping at each other so much as they had distracted themselves. Dinner and anger-desperation-uncertainy-filled sex, the latter more exhausting then the former so it is little wonder that the two had passed out in her bed, sprawled and tangled.

Ajedrez, Beatriz, wakes at some point in the early morning, although 'wakes' is an overstatement. The wall in front of her is lighter then it should be for night, but all she really notices is Sands's arm thrown across her. Hot and heavy and she briefly considers moving, but before she can her eyes fall shut again.

It'll be another couple of hours before she wakes up properly.
didntseeit: (safe in this frame)
He had shut the door, and she had stared after it. A long, long moment stretched out from now and until for ever before she had muttered a curse and ran over. Take a moment, compose yourself, and so she is leaning against the doorway, hands braced against the edge of the door.

He's walking away.

"Sands...how do you expect to pull this off?"

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