Ashley laid in bed starring across the loft feeling content. Her one-course-meal slept lightly next to her still reminiscing on the fun she made him think he had. The bliss he had felt was from the kiss, which she too had reveled in. Everything else was a lie, dreamt up from Ashley's imagination.
As the pleasure began to fade, Ashley's thoughts gradually shifted from the physical sensation to the present and future. She had spent many nights within Sacramento in relative passivity. She had undoubtedly made a few enemies, but they did not have the weight of centuries upon their shoulders, or even a inkling on her capabilities. They simply where too insignificant to matter...
Ashley had diffused the negative image of the Carthians, remaking them into a joke. A minority beyond notice, with no seeming ability to accomplish anything. It was a perception that pleased Ashley to no end, and she had begun to stir from her passive state.
The Lords... Ashley's thoughts were shattered when the kine threw a arm over her to cuddle. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he drew close to kiss the nape of her neck.
Nope...
"Get the fuck off me..." Ashley forcefully said as she sat up quickly, leaving him stunned. She leaned forward, grabbing his white button-up shirt and throwing it on, before bouncing out of bed.
"Deuces!" Ashley said as she walked away from...What was his name again...
Fuck it, will go with John.
Ashley headed into the living room, though part of her wondered if she really could consider it a living room. It is a loft after all. She grabbed her jeans off of the floor and sat on the arm rest as she worked her legs through.
In no time she was heading for the door. "See ya John!"
As the door to the loft closed she heard. "It's Dan..."
Like it matters...