Sarah wakes up late the next morning.
She's a little sore and a little disoriented, but too sated to feel negative about either of those things. She pulls the sheet of the guest bed over her chest and stretches, looking around the room.
The late morning sun seeps in through the closed blinds, spotlighting last night's activities; discarded clothing, and the rumpled comforter on the floor. They had broken a picture frame, as well, when they'd stumbled into the room, and its remains lie forgotten near the closed door.
Sarah grins a little at it, slightly proud of their miniature swath of destruction, and the fact that Chuck had been far too distracted by her to stop what they were doing and clean it up, though he had insisted on closing the door so the Colonel wouldn't tread on broken glass.
Her eyes land on Chuck; sprawled out next to her, his side of the sheet covering not very much. He's lean, but not too thin (she feels like at some point he used to be. She has this strange almost-memory of him being too thin), with a smattering of dark hair on his chest. His body isn't perfect, not in the way Bryce's was, but that makes Chuck feel more real.
Last night plays in her mind briefly; how desperate and clumsy they'd been. Has it always been this way with them? Is this what they're like in general, or were they different before Quinn and her memory loss?
Sarah slides a little closer to him, watching him, trying to pull some sort of memory from the fog. Before anything comes to mind, the Colonel starts pawing at the closed door and Chuck jerks, waking up and looking around.
She grins a little, and when his eyes fall on her, his eyes light up.
"Hi. Hi. Morning," he says softly. "You're still here."
She nods slowly. She supposes she could have crept back to her room after he'd fallen asleep, or she could have had a complete meltdown and just up and left.
But here she is.
Chuck slides closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face. "That's...that's good right? This is..." he swallows and does his best to calm himself. "That's good."
Sarah smiles and nods.
He smiles back and she can't help it. She leans in and kisses him softly, and he kisses her back, eventually moving from her lips to her jaw to her neck.
"There's broken glass on the floor," she reminds him.
"Mhm."
"And a hungry cat just outside the room," she goes on.
"Mhm."
Sarah kisses him again and wraps her arms around him. "Last night was..."
"Good?" Chuck offers against her lips. "Please say good."
She smiles. "Yeah. It was really good."
Chuck smiles back and then kisses her shoulder before pulling away. "Glass. Cat."