"Oh Agnes I am so sorry!" Blanche says as she sits up in bed. Agnes, fearing the worst, turns away from the mirror. "What is it?"

"I must have bitten you a bit harder than intended. Look." She points towards the mirror and it is only then that Agnes sees it, the slight discoloration at the crux of her neck where angry red crescents had made themselves a little home fencing in a purpling bruise.

"Good lord when did that happen?" Agnes' arms flail outwards dropping the sheet she'd clutched so precariously over her chest. Blanche, up and in a bathrobe stopped to stare in the mirror. "I remember now."

Agnes makes an unamused noise as she sorts through her vanity looking for some powder to cover the mark up. Blanche takes her distraction as opportunity and leans over to kiss it. "Blanche, no. It'll already be hard enough to cover u—oh." Warm hands slide around her torso to the front.

"Hallam will be back soon."

"The end of the week."

"Soon."

Blanche pouts and withdraws as Agnes covers herself once more and dabs a generous amount of powder, blending it in until the mark was all but invisible. It feels a little like losing, Blanche thinks as she places a kiss into Agnes' hair and leaves.