Roxie had absolutely no idea what time of day it was. She’d been fucked for about two days straight now, her eyes sunken and her general tone rather pasty. But she was smiling. Empty baggies lay strewn across the floor and a bottle of wine next to the bed had fallen on to its side. There was a rather impressive amount of dollar notes strewn over the floor but the inebriated woman in the bed didn’t seem to care. Her television droned on in the background but she paid it no attention as she let after a series of relaxed breaths. Her skin felt fuzzy and her mind was a colourful haze. She couldn’t remember when she’d last been properly sober and even more than that she couldn’t remember if she’d ever been this happy. She knew that soon Winnie would return to her from that stupid fucking bar. Away from her stupid fucking father. All those dirty assholes in the bar that would try and touch her and Roxie wouldn’t be there to see or coax her girl in to it. If Winnie was going to fuck anyone else then Roxie had to choose with her. After a few more moments, she rolled over and pressed her face in to the mattress. She could practically smell Winnie on her sheets and all the memories that came with it weren’t innocent. All the marks on the mattress weren’t innocent either. It seemed like every night since the party and every day too she had been pleasing the woman. Again and again until she screamed and when she was finally spent Roxie would soothe her down with sweet kisses and adoring words. Winnie was so easy to care for, even if Roxie didn’t exactly know what the concept of care meant. Especially when it came to herself. With a small grunt she reached out for a small box on her nightstand and drew more baggies from within it. Glancing between them, she finally shrugged and selected the packet full of weed. In no time at all she ground it down and rolled it in to a neat joint. Roxie was just about to light it when she heard the door open. She pushed herself up, a smile instantly gracing her cheeks. “Win?” She called out, shuffling a little to be closer to the edge of the large bed. “I’m in here baby. Tell me about how shit work was.” Because of course the younger woman had a key. Roxie had already practically invited her to make the rather rundown apartment her home. @absoluteresistance