[Just fine bb. Like you say, there'll be plenty of chances for other things later.]
Whether they were 'meant' for it or not, this is their song now, and it's her favorite. It's already perfect and yet she, too, craves the chance to practice with him over and over again. Like with jazz, there are so many possible variations on the theme. It will be exhausting, but good art comes only at a price.
Frea has no complaints when he finishes. Quite the contrary. She's had her fun and is in the lovely spot between contentment and overstimulation: everything's hazy and glowing and glorious. Feeling his completion so soon after her own makes her purr like the cat who got the, well. There's no rush, but when he's done she draws him down to lay with her. On top of her, if he wants, or beside; wherever he ends up she'll be tucking herself against him.
"Wonderful," she breathes against his skin once they're settled. "Thank you."
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Whether they were 'meant' for it or not, this is their song now, and it's her favorite. It's already perfect and yet she, too, craves the chance to practice with him over and over again. Like with jazz, there are so many possible variations on the theme. It will be exhausting, but good art comes only at a price.
Frea has no complaints when he finishes. Quite the contrary. She's had her fun and is in the lovely spot between contentment and overstimulation: everything's hazy and glowing and glorious. Feeling his completion so soon after her own makes her purr like the cat who got the, well. There's no rush, but when he's done she draws him down to lay with her. On top of her, if he wants, or beside; wherever he ends up she'll be tucking herself against him.
"Wonderful," she breathes against his skin once they're settled. "Thank you."