The Russian Blue groaned out, his body fell back onto the bed, his fur moist with sweat from their rendezvous. His heavy breathing made his chest rise and fall. His green-yellow eyes closed and he breathed out through his nose. Victoria -panting and worn- lifted herself slightly upward from his lap. Her paw moved delicately between them, a shaky nervousness in its movement. She gripped the base of the condom he wore and lifted herself fully off him. 

He made a sound -of discomfort perhaps- and the bridge of his nose crinkled with silent protest. She stopped her movement till he calmed again. He looked on the verge of falling asleep. She was certain he had been high when he picked her up, perhaps it was an effect of the nip. 

She peeled the condom off him as easily as she could, being sure not to spill the contents on the motel sheets. She pinched the opening together and tied it off, standing from the bed to walk to the bathroom. 

Her legs felt like jello. He had not gone easy on her. From one position to the next, and this was the third condom she was tossing tonight. Russia was certainly far from a gentle lover, and she was probably going to be feeling the effects of that all through the next day. She sighed and flicked the bathroom light on. Tossing the rubber into the toilet she pressed the handle to flush it. 

This couldn't be good for the plumbing but she was far too embarrassed about her work to just leave them laying in the trash for someone else to clean up sometime tomorrow. She sighed and brushed a paw through her hair. 

Her life was turning out to be a real mess wasn't it? 

She turned to leave the bathroom when she felt a sharp pain in her hips. She hissed in a breath of pain and looked down. Droplets of blood were trickling through the spaces between her white fur. He had clawed into her a little too deeply it seemed. She whined quietly to herself and made to grab some toilet paper to clean the blood up a bit. She would have to get home to clean the wounds properly. 

She sighed softly once she'd done all she could with only cheap toilet paper. She shuffled back into the main room, turning the light in the bathroom off as she went. When she made it back to the bed she sat with her legs tucked under her. Her paw reached out to gently rub Russia's shoulder. 

"Mn...I don't mean to...be rude." She breathed softly. He didn't seem to stir. Her brow crinkled and she shook his shoulder with a bit more force. "I...I have to go home now, can you...give me a ride?" 

Russia cracked his eyes open softly, scanning over her with silence. A deep sort of decided breath left him and he breathed in with the force someone who can barely stay awake does. His paw lifted and he wrapped it around her waist, pulling her down onto the bed so she was pressed flush against him, her breast to his chest. 

"Russia..." She whispered his name softly, trying to rouse him. 

"Shh!" He hushed her in a way that was bordering demanding, if of course it weren't for the amount of tiredness there. "Sleep." A low decided command. 

Victoria's brow furrowed at this, but after a moment more of trying to wake him and failing she had to give up. 

Rolling on her side she pressed her back to the Blue. She could feel him breath, each rise of his chest, each fall. The sound of his breath eventually lulling her to sleep.