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Mar. 25th, 2006 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersIt's a slightly awkward position to be sleeping in, is the first thought Shelley has. Curled up rather than stretched out, and the room is uncomfortably bright, even from behind closed eyelids.
She shifts, uncomfortable, then freezes. She can feel him now, arms around her, and hear soft breathing by her ear. And that's when she remembers. Oh. Oh, no. Only... yes. The girl exhales, squeezing her eyes tighter shut, and moving more tentatively. She has to get up away from him before he wakes up.
Shelley can't imagine how tired she must have been to let Elan sit by her, let alone hold her as they slept, and she doesn't really want to, either. It's hard to disentangle herself without moving his arms, and they're heavy around her. One foot slips out from under the blanket, and she begins to shift herself towards the edge of the bed. She can do this. Please, let her do this...
She shifts, uncomfortable, then freezes. She can feel him now, arms around her, and hear soft breathing by her ear. And that's when she remembers. Oh. Oh, no. Only... yes. The girl exhales, squeezing her eyes tighter shut, and moving more tentatively. She has to get up away from him before he wakes up.
Shelley can't imagine how tired she must have been to let Elan sit by her, let alone hold her as they slept, and she doesn't really want to, either. It's hard to disentangle herself without moving his arms, and they're heavy around her. One foot slips out from under the blanket, and she begins to shift herself towards the edge of the bed. She can do this. Please, let her do this...
