Overwhelmed, Part Eleven

I was a little subspaced and rather sore when the two hauled me up to sit on the edge of the futon. But, I managed to keep it together enough to finish the two off like the image suggests. SG came down the right side of my chest, and Sir came down the left a few moments later.

When I tried to get up and go to clean myself off, I stumbled and nearly fell after a few steps. SG laughed and carried me over to the bathroom.

“Get in the shower, sweetheart,” Sir teased, “you’re a mess.”

I slipped into the shower and turned on the hot water, relaxing under the stream. Through the exhaustion, I was still insanely proud of myself.