"Just as soon as I have one to give," he answered gravely, and half-smiled. For a while, he just lay there while his breathing steadied, one hand tracing idle patterns on the skin of her back, the other going up to push his hair back off his face. They were going to have to take another bath, he thought rather wryly, and they weren't even completely dry from the last one. Still, better to get it done while the water was still warm.
Only he didn't get up just then. It was comfortable to just lie here, with her warmth against him and the smell of sex in the air, letting his muscles go limp for the moment and thinking of nothing at all. It was only then, with old aches starting to reawaken but with a low contentment still seeping through him, that he realised just how weary he was. Even making a concerted effort not to fall back into his habits of not eating or sleeping, his rest had been more than a little disturbed over the last week or two, and the day had been long to say the least. For all that he wanted to keep this night going, there was something to be said for just taking the time to lie here, and do nothing at all for the first time in what felt like forever.
"When I watched you shoot, the second time," he said at last, his voice a little thick. "The first time, I was watching your aim. The second time, I was watching you. And you were beautiful." He said it as matter-of-factly as ever, his finger tracing down her spine. "Answer enough?"
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Date: 2015-02-08 02:43 am (UTC)Only he didn't get up just then. It was comfortable to just lie here, with her warmth against him and the smell of sex in the air, letting his muscles go limp for the moment and thinking of nothing at all. It was only then, with old aches starting to reawaken but with a low contentment still seeping through him, that he realised just how weary he was. Even making a concerted effort not to fall back into his habits of not eating or sleeping, his rest had been more than a little disturbed over the last week or two, and the day had been long to say the least. For all that he wanted to keep this night going, there was something to be said for just taking the time to lie here, and do nothing at all for the first time in what felt like forever.
"When I watched you shoot, the second time," he said at last, his voice a little thick. "The first time, I was watching your aim. The second time, I was watching you. And you were beautiful." He said it as matter-of-factly as ever, his finger tracing down her spine. "Answer enough?"