( she's careful to keep her hips still atop him, not wishing to overstimulate either of them, body's undoubtedly still teeming with release, tempted to sink down against one another and stay put for the rest of the later hours. there's a quite thought in the back of her mind that wonders what it is that happens from here, how it might change them, if at all, now that they've begun to learn one another in every sort of vulnerable light.
that grin of his washes her with an other sort of warmth, electric and kind, another laugh bubbling freely against his mouth while she slowly nudges her nose against his own, twice to each side with lids lazily blinking. ) A little bit. ( a nod around the words, teeth claiming at the bed of her lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingers there—sweet and entirely his own.
a tiny kiss planted against his mouth, first upper brim and then the lower, resting at her elbows while a single hand curls back in order to run it's palm through his hair. it'd be all too easy to gently slide him out of her, curl up at his side and fall asleep to the slowing thunder of a pulse against his chest—however, the thought of a shower also crosses her mind, unsure of whether or not he was entirely willing to move himself. )
Unexpected good, or...? ( the words fade off into a whisper, single brow raising at their end. )
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that grin of his washes her with an other sort of warmth, electric and kind, another laugh bubbling freely against his mouth while she slowly nudges her nose against his own, twice to each side with lids lazily blinking. ) A little bit. ( a nod around the words, teeth claiming at the bed of her lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingers there—sweet and entirely his own.
a tiny kiss planted against his mouth, first upper brim and then the lower, resting at her elbows while a single hand curls back in order to run it's palm through his hair. it'd be all too easy to gently slide him out of her, curl up at his side and fall asleep to the slowing thunder of a pulse against his chest—however, the thought of a shower also crosses her mind, unsure of whether or not he was entirely willing to move himself. )
Unexpected good, or...? ( the words fade off into a whisper, single brow raising at their end. )