With the bathroom door closed Eve leant against the counter, squeezing her eyes closed and pinching the bridge of her nose as she tensed then released all the muscles in her scalp and face. Eyes opening wide again she rolled her head from one side to the other, feeling it relaxed after John's careful attention to it. The headaches had been starting to get stronger, and more sudden, and she had noticed the difference when she hadn't drunk much water during a day. But just now, and the severity, had her thinking what had happened was also when she really tried to think back, to draw forward memories she knew had to be there, but weren't.

She washed her hands and face once she'd finished in there and ran her fingers through her hair, surveying herself in the mirror. Her eyes were caught by the start of some bruises and she couldn't help but smile to herself, her fingers pressing lightly on them and her body remembering the feel of John's hands, and their strength. The rest of her body thrummed with sated pleasure and the heat of where he'd entered her without any barriers was still there, albeit a memory held by her body now. With a sigh of relief that the pain in her head seemed to have gone now she made her way across to the door and opened it, flicking her hair back as she re-entered the bedroom.