She stretched her legs out slowly, careful not to disturb the sleeping form beside her. They felt stiff, but relaxed gradually. A dull ache radiated from her inner thighs.
I wonder where that came from? she asked herself with a silent smile.
Jackson had allowed her to remove her boots at some point during the night. She tried to remember how and when, and then blushed slightly as the memories returned. Jackson had been, while not particularly inventive, very energetic. Their first time had been over quickly—almost too quickly. The next time had been much more rewarding, and exactly what she had needed.
She lay back against the pillow. Her hand absently stroked her bare stomach as she thought back over the past few hours. Sleep did not return immediately and it took her several moments to realize why. Something had awakened her apart from stiff muscles and a vague, nagging need to empty her bladder. Faint noises came from the hallway outside her room. It did not seem to be an officer from a neighboring room shuffling back late to his quarters. It sounded more like motion, of several people moving, although not quickly.
The sound grew more distinct and Elizabeth was certain now that she heard voices. Growing increasingly concerned, she nudged Jackson’s sleeping form, driving her palm perhaps a little harder than necessary against his exposed shoulder. He grunted and then jerked quickly awake.
“What’s wrong?” The sleepiness dissipated quickly from his voice. He looked around the unfamiliar room and then at the door. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” Elizabeth replied as she rose and pulled on a pair of sweat pants.
She caught Jackson watching her and reciprocated with a pointed glare that indicated that he too might want to consider putting on some clothing so they could find out what was happening outside the room.
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