<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Traci Bradley (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8333989#msg8333989)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Bartender, Crash Victim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking garage of her apartment building<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Taking her medicine<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Hook<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Not really<br/><br/><br/><hr/>Without her hands she couldn't explore the wide set of his shoulders and she did not want the bandages trapped between their bodies. Odd really now that some of her pain medication was wearing off her hands hurt more than her head did.  Somehow she got the feeling that would change and she was not looking forward to the headache she'd have that night.<br/><br/>And so she remained carefully still as his mouth came against hers.  That is not to say that she did not participate.  Lips were soft and warm under his, parting as she sucked lightly upon his lower lip as he'd just done seconds before.<br/><br/>She did not push for more than that, did not know that if she could in fact handle more in her current state.  Besides the kiss wasn't really about taking, but giving.  Giving thanks, comfort, the basic reassurance of a human connection after an ordeal.  Drawing a deep breath she broke that light contact almost reluctantly.<br/><br/>"I don't know it seems like a good night to me... Or at least infinitely better now thank you. However you should probably get me up to my apartment before I fall over on you. I would imagine you get rather tired of swooning women." Traci seemed almost amused and in a pretty excellent mood all considering. She had in fact had far worse nights.<br/><br/>The elevator was quick to come down after the small key fob was passed in front of the reader.  Not exactly tight security but better than many of the buildings in the area.  It was why she had picked this one in the first place.  The ride to the 47th floor was quick and mercifully without other stops along the way.  Apparently people were either already in for the night or out kicking off their weekend.<br/><br/>Her small studio was on the west side of the building and she paused in front of the door waiting for him to unlock it.  "I'll warn you now I wasn't exactly expecting company tonight.  It's a bit of a mess."