[ It isn't that their first entanglement hadn't been satisfying — she'd silently reveled in the lack of tension in her hips afterward, the marks their coupling had left behind, mostly covered up by the cut of her uniform — but this, driven by so much more choice and intention, leaves her feeling undeniably satisfied, limbs flooded with warmth when he leaves his heat within her.
She turns her face against his, cheek pressed into his temple, and lingers that way for a few long moments, unwilling to relinquish the hold he has on her and vice versa, and a small smile plays at the edges of her mouth while she breathes out a contented sigh. The question of how he feels is very nearly on her lips before she realizes it doesn't require asking; she already knows. ]
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She turns her face against his, cheek pressed into his temple, and lingers that way for a few long moments, unwilling to relinquish the hold he has on her and vice versa, and a small smile plays at the edges of her mouth while she breathes out a contented sigh. The question of how he feels is very nearly on her lips before she realizes it doesn't require asking; she already knows. ]