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[witheredpeonies]

It is a long, slow, lingering kiss, before Annabel pulls away, resting her forehead on River's.

"So, you're staying the night?"

[somebodychildofanyone]

Give her a moment here Annabel you've reverted River to the factory settings; her first Few Sentences are in her native language, far less musical without the air she needs to live. There's the dumbest, floatiest smile on her face, giddy and unguarded.

Emeran, Emeran - there it is. "Yeah," River murmurs. "...I think I made an assumption about your couch a bit ago and on reflection that was very rude of me."

An opening, an offer.

[witheredpeonies]

"Would you rather sleep beside me, where I can hold you to stay warm all night?"

For what it's worth, Annabel is actually talking about sleeping. Even if her reputation doesn't matter, on some level her actual chastity still does.

Wrap?

[somebodychildofanyone]

"It'd be my pleasure, Miss Whitlock," River agrees. "And my honor to test my sneaking-out-of-bed skills in an effort to make secret breakfast."

"Shall we uh...shit what's the word -" Her eyes roll up in thought, "- got it, retire?"