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[ Her back bows up off of the bed as she stretches, the crown of her head pushing back into the pillow as her hips pull upward and her toes curl against the mattress. If there's a yawn, Moneypenny stifles it with the back of her hand, the other tracing an idle path from his hips to his ass to the small of his back.

(Not on your life.)

She grins at the ceiling, her eyes threatening to slip closed again. ] That your way of offerin' t'keep me awake, sweets? [ Moneypenny doesn't know when his flight is, though she assumes it's today. Secretly she hopes that it's later rather than sooner, that still has a few more hours of this and him before he ricochets off to wherever he needs to be next. ] Y'know I'd never give up another go at you.