See, I thought so, but then there was one of 'em where it almost felt like it turned into two, 'cause they were stacked on top of each other, and — [ she stills, falling silent, as one of his fingers grazes the curve of her cheek, a warm touch that she tilts her head into, prompts a soft hum from her throat. she's definitely basking in the afterglow here, her body more than a little sensitive than it would be normally to even the slightest brush of fingers across her skin.

the reason she'd lost track is how often they'd changed positions, but it had all ended up in her riding him, digging the half-moons of her nails into his chest as she'd ground her hips down hard, in a way that would be punishing if she hadn't been watching him throughout, checking to make sure it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. sometimes she needs it just this side of rough, and it doesn't mean anything sinister. it just means she gets to collapse on top of him, jelly-limbed and thoroughly sated, her legs splayed across his thighs. ]

Mmm, me too. Feels better than bein' up there. And I know I got some work to do on it still, although I might outsource a little in case anyone feels like wieldin' a paintbrush. [ but she's clearly excited for the chance to put her own touches on the space, her head bobbing up and down against his chest as she talks, smile instinctively widening when his finger nudges her cheek. ]

Plus, it's not like we gotta worry about any noise complaints. [ she waggles her eyebrows in a dramatic fashion. ] No next-door neighbors.