[He grunts again, groaning as she sits up beneath him; he leans to one side, nearly falling against the floor. He is not pleased by the sudden movement.] Yeah. Gimme a couple. Wanna love on you first.
[He finally manages to roll to his stomach, pushing up on his hands and knees before rising shakily to his feet and reaching down to pull Rachel up and against his chest, swaying unsteadily.] Come on. Bed... Gotta get you shit for your hangover. [The one she doesn't have. Yet.]
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Date: 2011-12-03 05:01 am (UTC)[He finally manages to roll to his stomach, pushing up on his hands and knees before rising shakily to his feet and reaching down to pull Rachel up and against his chest, swaying unsteadily.] Come on. Bed... Gotta get you shit for your hangover. [The one she doesn't have. Yet.]