Exfoliate
Lilah/ Wes
The Challenge here take the first sentence of another persons long fic and writing a drabble without reading the rest.
The room smelled of stale cigarettes and beer. The bedspread was as rough on her back as Wesley's beard on her breast. A sixty-watt bulb, the light further dimmed by the insects and dust on the globe flickered. It was enough to see the stains on the ceiling.
Later she turned her shower head to hard-pulse, poured the $25 shower-gel on to her loofa. He had called his choice of meeting place an exercise in honesty. The only concern she'd had about his roughness was over what he was scraping away. What tender new skin had she exposed to him?