Maria wasn't really surprised when she saw who it was. Her men were dutiful, of course, or they wouldn't be her men, and she didn't expect standards to slip under Bouchart's rule, but no one was supposed to be here; whoever it was would be someone inclined to go above and beyond. So of course it was Desmond.
She had only a second or two to watch him before he realized she was there, and she went still for that time. Did he look different to her, now that she knew what it was like to have him panting into her neck, naked and against her and inside her?
Not really. And yet they both knew it had happened. But there was no point in acting as if it had. She passed him and went to the next stall, whose occupant nickered at her.
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Date: 2015-09-04 03:52 am (UTC)She had only a second or two to watch him before he realized she was there, and she went still for that time. Did he look different to her, now that she knew what it was like to have him panting into her neck, naked and against her and inside her?
Not really. And yet they both knew it had happened. But there was no point in acting as if it had. She passed him and went to the next stall, whose occupant nickered at her.
"You're here awfully late," she remarked mildly.