Pam Swynford De Beaufort (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2014-10-15 10:23 am
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2014-10-15 10:23 am
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OOM - Pam's room
Pam would've objected to being carried.
But, ah, what the hell. She'd earned it.
And she wouldn't have been able to do anything about it anyway, because the moment Eric wrapped his arms around her, her body just gave out. It didn't want to be upright anymore. It didn't want to move on its own. It didn't want to lift a thing.
Besides, Eric is comfortable.
She didn't care where he was carrying her, just as long as it was away.
And then, even though Pam's eyes were closed and her senses were nearly shutting down from sheer exhaustion, she knew that they'd stepped into Milliways. Somewhere at the back of her foggy mind, she thought, Perfect. She'd never wanted to be here more than right now.
She smells Jemma, and she hears her voice. She would say hello, but, meh, too tired.
They arrive in her room.
But, ah, what the hell. She'd earned it.
And she wouldn't have been able to do anything about it anyway, because the moment Eric wrapped his arms around her, her body just gave out. It didn't want to be upright anymore. It didn't want to move on its own. It didn't want to lift a thing.
Besides, Eric is comfortable.
She didn't care where he was carrying her, just as long as it was away.
And then, even though Pam's eyes were closed and her senses were nearly shutting down from sheer exhaustion, she knew that they'd stepped into Milliways. Somewhere at the back of her foggy mind, she thought, Perfect. She'd never wanted to be here more than right now.
She smells Jemma, and she hears her voice. She would say hello, but, meh, too tired.
They arrive in her room.
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This isn't how she imagined her day going.
She doesn't have much in the way of complaints, actually.
Who knows if it's the blood or the arousal or some mix of both, but chocolate pudding licked off of Pam's finger might be the best ever.