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Who: UK!George, Lust
What: Post sex-marathon
When: ...let's say Friday?
Where: George's house in London
Warnings: Talk of sexytimes, at the least

George did not take saintly expectations of chastity as seriously as his brother. Obviously. George still remembered, with guilty fondness, the days when part of the qualification for sainthood had seemingly involved killing large amounts of your enemies. Sainthood was not nearly the moral high ground that people these days made it out to be, was the general point of his meandering thoughts.

All of that being said, however, he was feeling distinctly guilty as he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom and tried to figure out if he could still walk.

"I've done a bad thing," he muttered, to no one in particular. Lust was probably around. Somewhere.

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"I said I wanted to see you again, not that I would," George said. He didn't make any particular effort to roll away.

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Lust trailed the side of her fingernail down his cheek and along his throat, "George.. you will be miserable without me.. and with me. But only one of those ways warms your bed." and if the end result was he was going to hate himself, why not enjoy the ride to the destination.

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"Like I said before, maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do," he said. They were still dangerously close to each other, lips almost brushing whenever one of them spoke.

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"Mm, you did say it before. I believe it was right before you said you would absolutely not have sex with me." her hand snaked down and squeezed his inner thigh as she whispered, "How's that working out for you?"

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"From where I'm laying? Extremely well." George leaned up, intending to kiss her, and quite suddenly she wasn't there.

George sat up, confused, wondering if she'd rolled off of him and onto the floor for some reason. But she was nowhere to be found at all. It took him a moment to understand what had happened. She'd been here for weeks, and apparently not even mind-blowing sex could break the rules that immortals lived by.

"Are you fucking serious?" George said, collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh. Lust was back in America now, hopefully somewhere private considering she'd been stark naked. Well, perhaps this was a good thing. It would keep him from making bad choices. More bad choices. He needed food.

Wait. He needed sleep. Then food.