[ Thomas uncurls as Christina's retrieving the skirt, just a little.

(her stomach is still stained with her own come and so she, at the very least, grabs the wet cloth on a dish on the bedside table - given how she ends up usually after sex, it pays to prepare beforehand - and wipes herself down slowly, not looking at Christina)

Once she's clean, Thomas only stands up slowly with her eyes clamped shut.

(Christina is in control again, as she so often is) ]

G-go on. Neesama.