[There's a long stretch of quiet, the blissed-out silence of being thoroughly fucked. Pants and moans replaced with heavy breathing and the pound of both of their heartbeats in her ears. The shuffle of limbs and pillows and bodies as they settle in more comfortably. Her fingers brush through his hair, even as she lays still; and her breath catches when she feels him pull out - quite obscenely making his seed mixed with her own release leak out onto her thighs, they'll have to clean up later. Later. Because they have all of the time in the world now.
Tilting her chin up, she rests it on his chest, her eyes soft, pupils blown out, and fingers stroke through his beard. When she speaks again, it's softly, between caught breaths.] Have I mentioned recently how wonderful you are?
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Tilting her chin up, she rests it on his chest, her eyes soft, pupils blown out, and fingers stroke through his beard. When she speaks again, it's softly, between caught breaths.] Have I mentioned recently how wonderful you are?