[ he yawns loud, however right after, no fight in him when he dips down to the mattress on his side. his head spins and turns from bodily high and his eyes fight the urge to rest. for the first time in weeks he feels so relaxed and content and later on he'll evaluate the obvious reasons why. last month took a lot out of him. he hopes this one will treat him better.
even so he touches a hand to his waist, trying to keep her close, not wanting her to go. they're both warm to the touch but as always she's warmer and it isn't so uncomfortable while flush with the heat of sex. ]
Damn. [ he mumbles low, voice on the edge of sleep. ] It's been a while for me. Sorry.
[ the spirit is willing but the flesh is exhausted and done moving tonight. ]
βͺ she only sleeps rarely, when she absolutely must. not that she could not sink into it now, held like this, his steady breathing guiding her down and his warmth a reminder of the protection he'd offered her in the gods wood a few weeks ago.
but where there is sleep, there are dreams, and she does not wish to taint this night with the memories that come as soon as she gives into sleep. β«
I had my fair share of pleasure. βͺ her voice is warm, but a whisper, and she brushes his hair aside, watching him through unblinking eyes. β« And you well-deserve your rest.
[ he smiles, huffing out a pleased breath from his nose. she's always so sweet. he hates that she's had it so rough when she's been nothing but kind. he musters up the energy to lean forward, even when his body urges him not to, and plant a warm kiss on her lips. then he scooches his body up the bed, resting his head on a pillow. the covers are forgotten in the moment. ]
You're a good woman, Mel. [ her name again abbreviated, but this time with intent. he's too tired to get the rest out and he likes how it sounds. ] Rest well too.
[ if he's tired out like this there's no way she can't be. ]
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[ he yawns loud, however right after, no fight in him when he dips down to the mattress on his side. his head spins and turns from bodily high and his eyes fight the urge to rest. for the first time in weeks he feels so relaxed and content and later on he'll evaluate the obvious reasons why. last month took a lot out of him. he hopes this one will treat him better.
even so he touches a hand to his waist, trying to keep her close, not wanting her to go. they're both warm to the touch but as always she's warmer and it isn't so uncomfortable while flush with the heat of sex. ]
Damn. [ he mumbles low, voice on the edge of sleep. ] It's been a while for me. Sorry.
[ the spirit is willing but the flesh is exhausted and done moving tonight. ]
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but where there is sleep, there are dreams, and she does not wish to taint this night with the memories that come as soon as she gives into sleep. β«
I had my fair share of pleasure. βͺ her voice is warm, but a whisper, and she brushes his hair aside, watching him through unblinking eyes. β« And you well-deserve your rest.
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You're a good woman, Mel. [ her name again abbreviated, but this time with intent. he's too tired to get the rest out and he likes how it sounds. ] Rest well too.
[ if he's tired out like this there's no way she can't be. ]