>>18693947Colby Jefferson looks up at the love of her life. There is no better way to greet the morning than this. She suspects that she'll find out just how sore and battered her body is when she next tries to move, and so she doesn't. Not right away. She holds Amy close, hands resting fondly upon her body, and blinks away the effects of her long, restful slumber.
>"Good morning, my love."Colby idly caresses Amy's hip and lingers there for a few more moments, staring up into her beautiful golden eyes. It's tempting to remain there for far longer, but she needs to move, to test the limits of her body after her grueling ordeal last night. She sits up with a final kiss and touch of the cheek to Amy, and for once, disables her morning alarm before the Grateful Dead begins blaring over them again.
The aches in virtually every part of Colby's body, and particularly the screaming agony in her back (today's a bad one, and she'd like to take a drink but she abstains for now), are not unexpected. Parting momentarily from Amy with a fond smile, she steps into the bathroom, rushes through a bare version of her morning routine, and steps out. In contrast to the tactical outfits she's been wearing lately, she pulls on a light dress. On this morning, she allows herself that. She takes Amy by the hand. Her broken finger as no doubt all but healed by now, but Colby keeps her touch light and delicate.
>"I suppose we've got some things to figure out, for our next moves. We should talk to Priscilla too."Colby pauses then, caught in the warm glow of Amy's eyes for a moment.
>"But more than that, I'd really just like to spend the morning with you. Let's go to the kitchen for some coffee, tea, and a light breakfast." 