A warm meal and a quiet night

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea Her form snuggling close to him might have been enough to spark an encore from his manhood, had he been in a less exhausted state before they started this evening. As it was, his low humming simply intensified as she came closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her kisses finding his jaw. When she shares her emotions through the bond, the simple pleasure, the afterglow, the satisfaction, he smiles gratefully, never before experiencing someone so open and forthcoming (though to be fair, he'd never done this since discovering what an attuned was). Taking deep breaths as her words tickle his ears, he can't help the single deep breath of a laugh that falls through his lips, hoping she didn't genuinely worry that he had not enjoyed every second of their time here as much as she. Still, not one to leave a girl hanging for an answer, he leaned closer to her again, pressing a kiss against her forehead as his hand rose to gently hold her cheek. "It was, don't ever think otherwise." He said quite solemnly, holding her gaze in his as he hoped the message got across to her. He stroked her jawline with his thumb, before reaching behind her to pull the blanket up and over them, the bite of the air finally beginning to sting against their sweaty forms. Then he pressed another kiss against her forehead, rolling somewhat onto his back, bundling her with him in an embrace so she might rest against his chest or shoulder as a pillow - hoping she intended to stay the whole night, like this, in his arms. some things are meant to be