Morning after always sucks
Willow woke with a slowness, lethargic after their sexual prowess drained their energy, blissful yet weak.
She felt like her eyelids glued to each other. She felt content. With a yawn, she shifted her body thinking to herself that she should change the hard mattress to a much softer tone.
With one eye open, she tried to check the time that is usually placed beside her bed.
Only, there is no clock, no bed for that matter. Nor is she in her room. Willow jerked upright, slightly wincing at the pain she felt in her lower region.
God, it hurts.
She then reminisced about the events that happened last night or early in the morning. How Lothaire has plowed yes literally plowed into her.
Willow winced once again at her wanton behavior. She closed her eyes, cupped her face into her hands, and groaned loudly.