In the shower, Anita tries very hard not to think. Very hard. As her hands move over her body with the soap, she catalogs the various hurts. Bruises, cuts, sore muscles. Thanks to the marks she shares with Jean-Claude, those would all be gone by the end of the day.
The bite, though, that would take at least a week to heal. Just what she wants to do, walk around for a week with the healing proof of Damian going batshit and fucking her on the living room floor in front of Richard.
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Date: 2009-10-05 08:19 pm (UTC)The bite, though, that would take at least a week to heal. Just what she wants to do, walk around for a week with the healing proof of Damian going batshit and fucking her on the living room floor in front of Richard.
"God," she groans, leaning against the tiles.
Not thinking wasn't working.