Alice laid partially atop Victor, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Her breath was still quick and her eyes were half-lidded with a mixture of fatigue and love. The feeling of his fingers in her hair was relaxing. She couldn't quite believe what had happened, but... it had. "Tired," she replied softly, a quiet laugh escaping her. She drew the sheet up to her chest as he left, her green eyes following him. In life, some men were beautiful. Not many were. He was. 

She nodded at his suggestion, coming close to him again as he came to the bed. Snuggling into his chest, she sighed softly. She gave the tattooed skin a soft kiss, a hint of salt lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. Bliss.

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