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expensive and sweet. Olivia, she supposed. She felt a remarkable absence of jealousy.
    She and Aaron weren't on the best of terms, hadn't been for a few months, but when they had to work, they worked well together. Hectic film schedules left very little time for petty arguments and squabbles.
    While the taps ran in the bathroom, Catelyn sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her face. What the fuck had just happened? She liked William, thought he was good-looking, he was tall and dark haired and light eyed and stubbled, and extremely competent, which was an underrated attractive trait... had she really just had sex with him, and had William's wife Olivia really just had sex with Aaron? It felt dream-like, unreal.
    She rose, wobbled a bit, and stripped out of her button-down shirt and jeans, dropping the dirty clothes on the floor that had become their laundry hamper. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, saw faint dusky prints appearing on her hips and thighs. Bruises. Bruises from William's hands, from where he'd hung onto her hips while he brutally banged her...
    She swallowed at the memory. She could smell him on her skin, faint smells of cologne and beer and soap and his body, could smell his come from the warmth rising from between her legs...
    She examined herself in the full-length bedroom mirror. There were scratches on her arms, little bite marks near her throat, on her shoulders. A suck mark on her left breast. 
    Her fingertips trailed over these marks, and she shivered.
    The shower shut off. Catelyn looked around for a robe, not wanting Aaron to see all the marks William had left. She didn't know why she felt guilty; Aaron had just had his own romp with Olivia. No need to feel bad, tit for tat and all that, right? 
    Aaron emerged from the shower, towel around his waist, before Catelyn could cover up. He looked his wife over, eyes lingering on the bruises, the scratches. 
    "Did he hurt you?"
    She shook her head. "I need to shower."
    He caught her arm as she went past. "Tell me."
    She raised her eyes to his. "He didn't hurt me. At all." Her gaze softened. "It was good." She looked him over. He had a few scratches on his back. "Was your... did you..."
    "It was good," Aaron said, and Catelyn sighed. 
    "Alright. Now I'm going to shower."
    She gently disengaged her arm from his grip, stepped into the bathroom, shut the door.
    The hot water was a welcome rush of warmth. The nights were definitely getting much colder. 
    Smells bloomed on her skin under the shower spray. Catelyn breathed deeply, eyes closed, letting water rinse over her, not lathering up yet.
    It was like William was in the shower with her, she could smell him that clearly, musk and sweat, his come mingled with hers. 
    She slipped a hand between her legs. The flesh there was tender, a bit bruised. He'd been so rough with her. She was swollen and puffy, her labia flooded with blood, her clit full and ready again. Just the smell of him made her want him again.
    Catelyn showered quickly, scrubbing him away, wincing from time to time when she hit a tender spot, and after awhile she didn't smell him anymore. 
    When she got out and headed to the bedroom she found Aaron already in bed, fast asleep. Olivia must have tuckered him out, she thought.
    She crawled in next to him, planted a kiss on his shoulder, curled up close to him.
    She thought she'd be asleep in seconds.
    She wasn't.
    She lay and thought about William, thought about what they'd done, what they'd do next time they saw each other.
    Call me in a few days, he'd said. 
    She thought about her plans for the next day. Edit her photos, run about fifty loads of laundry, vacuum. Aaron was heading into the studio to take a look at the rough cuts. She was going to be doing grunt work at the house. 
    Maybe William would be free. 
    She would call him in the morning, she decided.
    With that decision, she fell asleep.

    William and Olivia arrived at their home. Olivia slipped out of the passenger side
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