She stays with him like this for a while. Then she feels the need to get a nightgown on because the air is just chilly enough for her to want one right now.
"Pardon," she mutters softly.
She slips over on very wobbly feet to a dresser and searxches for a night shirt.
Then pulls something red with soft black lacing along the shoulder straps.
It's a little short but covers her enough to still be decent.
And poor Robin.
Poor, poor Robin.
It's a tad bit low cut. And it really does say hello cleavage for someone like Sarah. She doesn't seem to notice this at all and crawls back into bed next to him.
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