[ another light laugh tumbles out beside a rough exhale, as he still catches his breath. ]

I think I rather like it as well.

[ how can he complain, when they have just made love in a way so wonderfully heartbreaking, so tenderly sweet that he feels entirely wrung out from head to toe, physically and emotionally both. she has scoured him entirely clean.

but at last he dips his head, kissing her brow, her soft, rounded nose, her sweet, full lips, before at last he is collapsing more fully beside her, one arm flung 'round her middle, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy and enticing in the air. his brow furrows while his fingers trace idle patterns on her belly. ]

I will admit I am still.. torn. I see so much of her in you, and the last thing I ever want to do is take advantage of your goodwill, and yet..

[ and yet he loved every moment of this. they both did. ]