> "You make it sound like being corrupted that way is a > bad thing." she chuckled as she slipped her own arm > about his and went with him, laying her head against > his arm as they walked. She was tired but she was > also very much in the mood to get up and do something > other than sleep.
"Corrupt is not generally a good term," Derek pointed out to her as they reach their room. > It didn't take either one of them long to get cleaned > up and changed. And because the guys were either out > or off doing their own thing, Julia settled on wearing > a pair of knit pants and one of Derek's old shirts and > a pair of socks. That was all she was in the mood to > wear and although she didn't look like hell warmed > over, knew she wouldn't be winning any glamor contests > along the way. > > Of course, she thought half humorously as she tried to > tie her hair back to keep it out of Amelia's already > strong grasp, she was never into winning those things. > Derek came up behind her dressed and ready himself slipping his arms about her. "Hmm," he said thoughtfully, "something about that shirt looks veguely familiar," he mused, before kissing her temple.
