The hard plastic click of his holster is what wakes her. She's on her side, back to the door and so she hears his voice but doesn't turn to look at him immediately. Shifting a little, she cranes her neck to glance at the clock on her bedside table. Her alarm won't be going off for another hour, but she can already feel the sleep hangover settling in behind her eyes so trying to go back to sleep is useless. Her hair's come out of his braid, so she's pushing it out of her face as she sits up, swinging her legs out of bed. Coffee does sound good...
"Thanks." She stretches, turning slightly on the bed to look at him. The bitch thing still stings a little a lot, and right now it's not doing much besides irritating the hell out of Rachel. She's got an extra hour before she needs to start getting ready for work, they're both awake, and she can't shake her hurt feelings about last night. Great timing. Really. They could be baby making right now. God.
"So..." She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to work out some of the tangles. "How was work?"
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Date: 2013-02-07 03:48 am (UTC)"Thanks." She stretches, turning slightly on the bed to look at him. The bitch thing still stings a little
a lot, and right now it's not doing much besides irritating the hell out of Rachel. She's got an extra hour before she needs to start getting ready for work, they're both awake, and she can't shake her hurt feelings about last night. Great timing. Really. They could be baby making right now. God."So..." She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to work out some of the tangles. "How was work?"