Sonora merely blinked as he scooped her up, her arms lifting to wrap lightly around his neck as he carried her into the bedroom. There was a very brief moment of tension when she saw his gaze flick to her gun, but he said nothing about it, and Sonora was too sated to think up excuses. She sighed softly as she felt the soft cotton against her skin as he set her in bed, one hand lifting to rest lightly against his jaw as he remained standing over her, his forehead pressed to hers. She could feel a tension in him, and her eyes flicked up as he stood, noting the reluctance with which he performed the movement. It made her smile, because she understood. She understood the way that duty often warred with personal desire; she had encountered it herself, on numerous occasions.<br/><br/>"I know," she murmured, her own eyes warm, her skin still flushed with latent pleasure. "There is nothing to forgive, Grayson. Go. See to your pack. I'm not going anywhere." The brush of his lips against her forehead made her smile again, as did the fact that he actually<em>tucked her in</em>before he left. No one had done that since...well, ever, that she could recall. She heard him leave, and in the quiet left by his absence, she told herself she should get up and clean the bite mark he'd left on her, report in to Cam, clean up the mess in the front room. She told herself several times to do these things, but nothing could motivate her to get out of the now cozily warm cocoon she had made of the blankets. With a yawn, she finally gave in, gathering the blankets closer around her as she rolled onto her stomach and drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>She woke slowly the next morning, and only because sunlight was streaming in through the bedroom window to shine directly on her face. Grumbling, she frowned and shifted so that her face wasn't directly in the bright patch of sunlight, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as they slowly opened. Rolling onto her back, she stretched, grimacing as muscles protested, reminding her vividly of the previous night. Sitting up, she rubbed a hand over her face and then flopped back down with a groan. "Goddammit, Sonny," she muttered, "now look what you've done." She was well and truly in a mess, now. She could not,<em>could not</em>report this to Cam. She'd be fired on the spot. And if Grayson ever found out she was a Fed? Well, he would do worse than just fire her. He'd probably eat her. If she was lucky. The only regret she had about last night was the fact that she had to keep half of herself hidden from Grayson and the rest of his pack, and she was beginning to think that it had been a mistake to campaign as hard as she had to get on the task force. Things were not likely to end well.<br/><br/>Giving her head a shake, Sonora levered herself up again and slid from bed, although she would much rather have stayed there for the day. When she was up, she headed into the bathroom, blinking as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. The bite mark stood out in stark relief against the paleness of her skin. it was already closing over, and her skin had turned several lovely shades of purple where Grayson's teeth had closed on flesh. Grimacing slightly, she leaned in to examine it, testing it lightly with the tips of her fingers. It ached when she prodded it, the pain bringing with it a visceral memory of Grayson's teeth closing against her flesh and sending a shock of arousal through her. Pulling her hand away, she turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, wincing a little as the water touched broken skin.<br/><br/>After she had showered and dressed, she tucked her gun inside the nightstand's only drawer and hid the file on Grayson between the mattress and box spring. Stepping out of her bedroom, her eyes widened at the sight of the kitchen table, and the deep gouges along its surface. She could still scent him on her, even after she'd showered, and she breathed deeply as she ran her fingers over the grooves he'd made in the wood. The floor was scattered with broken dishes, and she sighed a little as she started to clean up. It didn't take her long, and when she was done, she decided to make the drive into town for breakfast, craving something more substantial than she had the capacity to make for herself. She was sure she'd seen one of those old-style diners on her way through town; she'd bet the food was damn good, too.