Teresa climbs into the car, noting an unfamiliar soreness in her thigh muscles, and examines her face in the mirror. Jane will probably figure it out, of course, but she'll be damned if she'll leave any evidence for the rest of the team to ponder. Hair: slightly more tousled than usual (the memory of Walter's big hand tangling in it sends a shiver of pleasure along her scalp). She shoves a comb through, moves on. Eyes: maybe just a shade brighter than normal, maybe the lack- of- sleep circles just a bit more pronounced(his were dark and deep and hungry and she'd felt their heat on her back as she left).She slides her sunglasses on and reminds herself not to take them off. Mouth: overly rosy and swollen (his kisses crashing into her like waves, leaving her breathless). She slicks on a layer of Chapstick, hopes the driving time will take care of anything else.
Her gaze moves down and stops at her collarbone where the reddish purple mark stands out blatant as a tattoo, an undeniable announcement of her night's activities. Teresa hasn't had one of those since high school. Its presence is absurd, a silly teenage embarrassment, but she can't keep the grin from spreading across her face as she adjusts her jacket to conceal it. She touches the spot through the fabric and imagines for a moment that it burns her fingers, feeling once again the warmth of his lips.