Cooper rose from the bed and half turned. He smiled back at Sarah, eyes droopy with pleasure and pride. Then he remembered where his hand still was. Okay, not looking too suave while you're still holding yourself, are you chief? He slipped the expended rubber off and pinched the end closed. So...<br/><br/>He took a step one way, halted, stepped back the other, halted again.<em>Crap. I have no idea where the bathroom is.</em>He looked back toward the door that let into the hallway. Aha! There was another, smaller one beside it. Not a sliding door, so with any luck not a closet. He strode over as cooly as he could manage and opened it. Score! The spent condom was soon flushed and himself swabbed clean with a cloth. Now then...<br/><br/>Returning to the bed, he sat down on its edge to drink in the sight of the reclining Sarah. She really was a vision, all perfect curves and shades of rose and cream. Seized by a sudden impulse to show his appreciation, he leaned down and kissed her squarely on the stomach.