[ She is flushed with color, as she lays with him, flushed with life — and some distant, dimmer realm of her mind remains conscious of the fact that after this place, for her, she will have another quieter release, gently consigned to oblivion or any other place she might be meant for.
Perhaps that is why she tends to linger more often than not, savoring this sort of aftermath while possessing the knowledge that she may not get to have it eternally. And there is, of course, the fact that Ambrose's face is one of the more charming sort to look upon, even moreso when he's succumbed to a climax that leaves them both tethered to one another for a brief time.
She hasn't objected to his delay in removing himself from her; if anything, it gives her an opportunity to lift a hand, fingers slowly edging through his hair along the side of his skull with a soft, thoughtful hum. ]
I would think nothing of the sort. You've been very... demonstrative.
[ambrose tucks his head down, preening under the touch of her hand on his head. his nose makes its way into the soft skin inside her wrist, and he shapes his lips over the faintest tracery of green veins within it. her skin smells like -- something he could sell for millions, if he could bottle it in essence.
that's not creepy, you're creepy.]
There are other secret languages which I wonder that you speak, and what dialect, what poetry you favor, [he says.] One day, I'll summon up my little courage and come knocking on your door. [his eyes crinkle warmly. he spends a beat after the end of that sentence breathing her in, feeling the last softening of his dick inside of her.
and then he straightens his arm. a bit of showing off, maybe. he can perform a very good pushup. but gently, as he disengages the slick mess where their bodies are joined.]
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Perhaps that is why she tends to linger more often than not, savoring this sort of aftermath while possessing the knowledge that she may not get to have it eternally. And there is, of course, the fact that Ambrose's face is one of the more charming sort to look upon, even moreso when he's succumbed to a climax that leaves them both tethered to one another for a brief time.
She hasn't objected to his delay in removing himself from her; if anything, it gives her an opportunity to lift a hand, fingers slowly edging through his hair along the side of his skull with a soft, thoughtful hum. ]
I would think nothing of the sort. You've been very... demonstrative.
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that's not creepy, you're creepy.]
There are other secret languages which I wonder that you speak, and what dialect, what poetry you favor, [he says.] One day, I'll summon up my little courage and come knocking on your door. [his eyes crinkle warmly. he spends a beat after the end of that sentence breathing her in, feeling the last softening of his dick inside of her.
and then he straightens his arm. a bit of showing off, maybe. he can perform a very good pushup. but gently, as he disengages the slick mess where their bodies are joined.]