You awoke the morning after with lust sticking all over your legs, while Vi held you in her arms. Her chest was pressed to your back, every breath pressing into your spine.

The warmth of her skin kissed your body. Soft breaths reached down into your neck and tickled the small hairs. Taking a shivering breath you let your eyes open a crack wide.

Dirty white light flickered. Once more the stench of moisture and concrete greeted you. A morning like any other.

Not quite.

With a soft muffle Vi pulled you closer in her sleep. Her face pressed into the curve of your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent.

Shivering you could feel her lips press against your skin. The touch was a little wet but so soft that it made your entire body grow goosebumps.

It had been long since you've felt this close to someone. Somehow you were afraid of it. At the same time this feeling was better than anything.

You wanted to cherish it for as long as possible. In freedom.

With a low groan you pushed her a little with your elbow. Grumbling, Vi pulled a face and tried to escape the light.

"Few more minutes...", she muttered.

A sigh rolled off your lips but you couldn't help and smile. Softly, you pushed her again so she had to let go and gave you some space.

You turned around. Now you could face her. Scarlet red strands had fallen into her forehead. The tips tickled her nose, causing her to pull small faces.

She muttered something under her breath.

"Morning sleeping beauty.", you caressed some strands out of her face and let your hand rest on her cheek.

Vi took a deep breath. Her eyes were still closed, moving behind the lids. Long, black lashes flickered with every breath she took while a soft smile played around her lips.

You let the tips of your shiny nails wander along the side of her neck. Small muscles flinched in response and Vi tilted her head as if you had discovered a ticklish spot.

Tired, she grumbled again to get you off her.

"How are you still tired?", you asked. "It must have been hours."

With a sigh, Vi pulled her arm out from under her head and spread all fingers to show you the knuckles. Damaged skin and black spots stretched across everywhere.

After the shower the enforcers hadn't gotten her any new bandages to help with the swelling and healing. It looked better than before but still not as normal as it should have been.

In one swift movement you jumped out of bed, cold concrete floor nestled against the bare soles of your feet and pulled out a small box from under the bed.

Armed with new bandages and some ointment you crawled back over Vi's body. The chilly air chased goosebumps all over your naked body, causing your nipples to harden.

"Hands up.", you ordered.

Vi let out a sound of annoyance. Like a small child she wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, pulled her head in and hid.

You rolled your eyes.

"You're such a child.", you tried to tug on the blanket but she refused to let go.

"One more minute... please.", she whined.

Stretching, she let her feet dangle from the edge of the bed only to realise that it was cold and escaped back into the warm embrace.

Something in the distance sounded. Metal was moved. Or maybe a lift.

Your eyes jumped over your shoulder and darted through the emptiness. It still felt like a ghost town.

Mornings usually were the time when people would start complain. Either because they were hungry for breakfast or because they needed to use the bathroom.

Most times the enforcer would ignore them but every now and then fights and insults could be heard. Aggression was a common thing in prison. Especially when the prisoners were worse people than those above.

It was an everyday thing.

But everyday had died it seemed. Again, sounds cut through the tense, uncomfortable silence. The hairs in the back of your neck tingled.

"Vi.", your voice was rough from sleep but also firm. "Let me patch up your hands. We might need them later."

Torn from her state of sleep, Vi's eyes popped open. Foggy blue darted across the stained ceiling. The lids flickered in a heavy manner, still entrapped by some sleep.

"Huh?", she sat up straight, layers of blanket falling from her shoulders into her lap.

Your attention jumped to her bare chest. Rosy, hard nipples were exposed to cold air. Her pale skin shimmered with a healthy taint.

You could see her chest rise and fall with every breath she took while strands of her hair dangled in front of her eyes.

"Awake?", you asked with a soft smile and grabbed one of her hands to bandage it.

Tired, she mumbled and pulled a face only to yawn a second later.

"I take that as a maybe.", you chuckled.

"Any visitors?", Vi squinted her eyes.

The way her hair fell looked messy, reaching into all directions. Some strands were tangled and would need a good brush while others simply stuck to her forehead.

From the way she looked it would have been better to have a shower early in the morning. Especially with the dried lust that stuck all over your inner thighs.

There was still a little bit of the scent of last night in the air. It made your skin tingle with memories and your cheeks burn.

Silent you wrapped Vi's hands, made sure to pluck some dead skin off and then apply ointment. Every now and again Vi let out a hiss, sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed a curse.

When you were done she jumped out of bed and walked up to the bars to throw a glance into the hallway. Confused, you lifted one eyebrow. When she was sure no one was around she came back and kneeled down in front of her bed.

"You good?", you tilted your head.

With a grin she threw a glance back at you.