Southern Hospitality Ch. 02

Laura blinked wearily as she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her body for what it was, past its prime, lacking in youth, fuller in figure then she had been. She still had it, she couldn't deny that, but she also couldn't deny the age that settled on her. She sighed softly and picked up her makeup removal wipes. She had dolled herself up something special for Ash and had made the mistake of wearing her makeup to bed. What hadn't been smeared across her pillow looked messy and ill-fitting. She started to dab at herself, removing it with practiced motions.
Ash bit his lip as he opened her standing fridge, feeling the cold air wash over his smooth chest, eliciting a shiver as he peered inside, curious. He picked out the milk for her coffee and picked out a bottle of OJ too, setting both on the counter as he prepared and turned on the coffee machine, his hips swaying slightly to the music in his mind as he hummed, one of the current pop songs that would undoubtedly be stuck in his head until he listened to it, then knowing his luck, a good time after that too.
Laura brushed and flossed her teeth before applying a moisturizer to the skin of her hands and face, leaning in close to the mirror to inspect herself, critical of her appearance, despising each little smile line as they appeared around her tired looking eyes.
Ash sat on the counter, kicking his legs slightly as he waited for the coffee to brew, having poured himself a glass of the orange juice he sipped at it, enjoying the refreshing tanginess as he drank, looking towards the stairs and wondering to himself whether Laura would appear again in that loose silken gown, remembering how she had looked just the night before, stood before him, inviting, the pinnacle of beauty.
Laura pulled on a thick bathrobe, a few sizes too big she knew as it obscured her curves and ran long on her arms, but the softness of the fabric felt gentle on her skin and, more importantly, kept the chill of the house off of her. Her hair was a complete mess, having seen so much action the night before and more so this morning as she writhed about on the pillow, the only quick fix she could muster was tying it up into a messy bun, a few frizzy stray strands defiantly maintaining her disheveled look. It would have to do.