She kisses his throat through it, rocking, twitching every little bit of that jerking high out of him. Or as much as she can when he's hiding her in a vice grip, held tightly, where he's thrust all the way inside of her. Letting him enjoy it as much as she does. Overstimulated and blood-soaked. Sated with sex and ripping themselves to pieces. It leaves her toes curling against the cooler air, in the after-shocks like a bomb drops.
Gaige rubs her face affectionately like a cat marking its territory, as they come down. Knows she's a mess, or that they are as a whole. Naked on top of him where he's still half-dressed in comparison, his handprints both now marked in red and she can tell, later will bruise into her hips by the time she wakes up later. But that's something to worry about later if it's even worth worrying about. Like that she probably needs to ask someone what the hell birth control was like in magic whatever land, because ah, fuck, he came in her, didn't he? That sticky feeling she'll worry about later. Right now, it's too late and too content to care, she stretches out.
Or maybe it's just pride. Got him going just as good as he got her. Made him go all kinds of undone, just like he made her.
"Think I like this worshipping your Gods thing. Kinda fun."
Nuzzling against him, head buzzing empty, the edge from too many days not fighting finally taken off, she feels good.
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Date: 2019-11-25 08:54 am (UTC)Gaige rubs her face affectionately like a cat marking its territory, as they come down. Knows she's a mess, or that they are as a whole. Naked on top of him where he's still half-dressed in comparison, his handprints both now marked in red and she can tell, later will bruise into her hips by the time she wakes up later. But that's something to worry about later if it's even worth worrying about. Like that she probably needs to ask someone what the hell birth control was like in magic whatever land, because ah, fuck, he came in her, didn't he? That sticky feeling she'll worry about later. Right now, it's too late and too content to care, she stretches out.
Or maybe it's just pride. Got him going just as good as he got her. Made him go all kinds of undone, just like he made her.
"Think I like this worshipping your Gods thing. Kinda fun."
Nuzzling against him, head buzzing empty, the edge from too many days not fighting finally taken off, she feels good.