[Her voice still sounds rough. She rubs the back of her hand against her throat, briskly, the movement surprisingly crisp and sharp despite whatever hour it is.]
I'll be back. Later.
[She wipes her newly freed hand against the leg of her shorts. And she hasn't shifted off the bed yet, but takes the moment to tug at her shirt, pulling it down. The skim of Kate's fingers left a warm little trail that's not exactly faded.]
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[Her voice still sounds rough. She rubs the back of her hand against her throat, briskly, the movement surprisingly crisp and sharp despite whatever hour it is.]
I'll be back. Later.
[She wipes her newly freed hand against the leg of her shorts. And she hasn't shifted off the bed yet, but takes the moment to tug at her shirt, pulling it down. The skim of Kate's fingers left a warm little trail that's not exactly faded.]