Peaches and RockThe line of hip and thigh shifted under silk, stirring the covers. "Time to get up," came the murmur, "You'll be late for work," then, slightly louder, "Damn! I left my lipstick on last night." Sliding from the bed, Peaches peeled nightie straps down, silk pooling around toes.
It was harder for Rock to get ready for work in the morning when he had lain with her warmth all night. At last, roused by the shower, Rock caressed the nightie and laid it on the bed. Checking in the mirror for lingering lipstick, he zipped his jeans, and left.