[ She's steel reeling from her own orgasm when his hits, and the burst of warmth makes her exhale shakily against his mouth, a pause from kissing while their lungs desperately seek the air that they're lacking; and distantly, through the fog of pleasure and the alcohol they've consumed, there's a thought about how glad she is for the daily potion she'd been put onto that allowed him to fill her with no concerns about pregnancy, because she's starting to think she's addicted to the sensation of the warmth of him in her.
Worn out, it's all she can do to lift her hips from him, moving to lie next to him on the bed, hand splayed loosely over his chest and lips pressing soft kisses against the underside of his jaw as she settles against him. ]
Mm.
[ It's a murmur, half a word at best, because there are things she wants to say but no energy to say them, her body still pleasantly thrumming from her release and his, her mind clouded over with relaxed, distant pleasure. If she can think of anything at all, like this, it's all the other things she wants to do with himโ some sexual in nature, some not. But mostly her mind is just empty, pleasantly so, and relaxed.
She's content to lie like that for several long momentsโ when she finally looks up at him again from a half-doze, there's a dreamy, content smile that no one other than him has ever seen her wear before, and she presses another lazy kiss against his skin. ]
I love you, Ragnvindr, [ she murmurs again, and her brain is blissfully silent on the matter. ]
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Worn out, it's all she can do to lift her hips from him, moving to lie next to him on the bed, hand splayed loosely over his chest and lips pressing soft kisses against the underside of his jaw as she settles against him. ]
Mm.
[ It's a murmur, half a word at best, because there are things she wants to say but no energy to say them, her body still pleasantly thrumming from her release and his, her mind clouded over with relaxed, distant pleasure. If she can think of anything at all, like this, it's all the other things she wants to do with himโ some sexual in nature, some not. But mostly her mind is just empty, pleasantly so, and relaxed.
She's content to lie like that for several long momentsโ when she finally looks up at him again from a half-doze, there's a dreamy, content smile that no one other than him has ever seen her wear before, and she presses another lazy kiss against his skin. ]
I love you, Ragnvindr, [ she murmurs again, and her brain is blissfully silent on the matter. ]