Her eyes drift closed. Not sleeping, but basking in the warmth that skitters through her veins, and the solid feel of him beneath her. She smiles, listening to his heartbeat as it finds a slower, more steady rhythm. Her breath matches his, instinctively, either from the rise and fall of his chest agaist her, or through the feedback loop radiating satisfaction. Her fingers keep up their lazy stroking through his hair, silky strands sliding between them, damp from their exertions.
Easy wonder radiating off of her, through her, but she doesn't feel the need for words.
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Date: 2005-07-13 12:59 am (UTC)Easy wonder radiating off of her, through her, but she doesn't feel the need for words.