So I woke up a little early with my head pounding and a bad taste in my mouth and decided to make myself feel better by imagining Bethany Hawke stretched out flush against Garret's back, rubbing soothing circles on his temples with cool fingers. Pressing lingering kisses to his neck that start of warm, and after she pulls away there is a curling fern of frost left behind that spreads across heated skin, bringing a sigh and a gradual release of the tension built up in the muscles of his back. Of her lips curving up into a smile when he starts to feel better, starts to gradually become aware of his very naked sister pressed against him, and the very interesting things she's doing with her hips without barely living at all. Of Bethany cap putting his hands in hers and bring them up to catch at the bedposts before drawing hers back down the length of his torso to trace teasing fingers against the place where his legs join up with his hips, that delicious little V that disappears into the coverlets. He moves to lift his hips to give her getter access but she won't let him, not at first, just touches light fingers here, there, licking and nibbling and catching the shell of his ear between her teeth in a way that makes him shiver and grind against the mattress, makes her him approvingly, but she still won't release him, still won't let him turn over or touch him in the way he wants to be touched, needs to be touched. A whine catches in his throat, dies spent on his tongue when a slim hand falls to cup his buttocks, to spread and palm them, to slip a finger between his cheeks and press the barest pressure against his opening and he can feel his eyes roll back in his head he's trying so hard to be still, to be quiet, but she wants him to do the exact opposite. So she teases. She licks tingling trails down those sensitive areas with hands that spark and leap with balls of light. That catch at his throat and press just so, angling his head back and applying pressure in a way that makes him finally release that groan she wanted all along, and then she's moving and he and she and they are rolling over in a tangle of limbs and hair and laughter and he quite forgets all about his head in favor of the other one, of her.