Her hands linger for another moment, fingers combing through his hair, and then she's shifting away, moving to take the chair beside him. She stretches her legs out before her and lets her robe fall open, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun on her skin.
"Well," she starts. "Have you ever spent a lot of time in someone else's world? Could it be -- some kind of strange interdimensional hangover?"
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Date: 2010-02-15 07:00 pm (UTC)"Well," she starts. "Have you ever spent a lot of time in someone else's world? Could it be -- some kind of strange interdimensional hangover?"