He smiles. Shifts to accomodate her, fingertips stroking along her skin. It's on the tip of his mind to ask if he's pleased her, though it'd be more for amusement's sake than any real kind of a question. But he doesn't want to break the silence either; it's quite comfortable as they are. So he rests, and gathers his strength for the next round.
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Date: 2005-07-13 01:45 am (UTC)He's fairly sure there will be a next round.