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There's no subtle or graceful way to do this, so yolo: anybody out there interested in a no-strings-attached booty call? no drama, no dating required, just a good old fashioned roll in the straw. mutually beneficial, if that sort of thing is appealing to you. can promise a good time and I have on good authority that my tits are spectacular. please for the love of every god in the pantheon if you have an SO already do not get me shanked by them, I just wanna get off okay?

man this sure does sound like a hooker ad, huh

anyway wanna fuck

[She will attach a selfie, for honesty's sake, and also to show off, let's be real.]

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[a few separate texts are sent out first to Era, Honerva, and then Pyra-]

ladies, mansion is open for business. same bat time, same bat channel (aka location)

because bats echo-locate and I'm hilarious

[.....and then ardyn too]

hey nerd come have a bath

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[Anyone coming to visit Lup will find the magical pocket-di-mansion set up much the same as it was few months prior, though the basement will come with some tweaks at Era's request. It's time for NERD BRUNCH!]

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[ Her hand welcoming him in is a nice change from all the recent events in his (post-mortem) life, and he barely has the mind to look around him to inspect the living area when her charm pulls him further into the apartment. Instinctually, he licks his lips; odd, since he suddenly finds his mouth rather dry.

In the back of his mind, he's hoping that she's leading him to her room, because at this moment she could probably drag him to the edge of a cliff and he'd fall right off with her, completely unsuspecting. He is but a mortal man, and one that's rather been running on fumes as of late. It's time to let out all that steam. ] You strike me as the kinda woman who won't hold back an appraisal.

[ --Or her disdain, but he's going to be doing his damndest to avoid that. He steps up beside her. ] Tell me what you want.

[Sorry to disappoint, but she leads him not towards a bedroom, but through the living room to the backyard, though as she opens the screen to reveal the lush collection of plants and flowers awaiting them, she turns back towards him, a finger to her lips.]

I want you... to be cool, and trust me for a minute. I'm gonna take you to a whole new world.

[Which could be interpreted as innuendo, but it's proven to be a very real statement when she guides him to the siding of the house, reaching her free hand out to tap her knuckles against it. With an arcane glimmer, a doorway phases into existence, opening up to reveal a dimly lit hallway that in no way resembles the normal city housing of Havenwell.]

I share the house with my family. I thought it'd be nice to get nasty somewhere a little more private. [She grins.] How brave do you feel, Nyx Ulric?

[ He stops short of walking into her when she pauses outside the newly revealed doorway.

...Suffice to say that if she is a femme fatale, he would be dead thrice over and still he'd willingly walk into a dungeon. ]

Brave enough to take an adventure to someplace magical.

[ The hallway doesn't look like any place in Havenwell, at least none of which he's aware. ]

I appreciate the privacy. [ --he adds after a bit, nodding. ] After you.

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[Her eyes are bright at his response, clearly satisfied by his answer, and she steps through the door, keeping a hold of his hand so she can pull him in. The door shuts behind them, but rather than grow darker the hallway lights up as if it's come alive, lanterns glowing along the walls, guiding their path as Lup continues forward. She leads him to a plush living room, easily twice as large as that of even the fancier houses in town, with a set of couches and chairs, and a cozy fireplace. Off to the side, the sweet scent of an active kitchen wafts into the area, though the place is quiet and empty apart from their footsteps. She takes him up a short, curving staircase to the second floor, and into a lavish-looking bedroom with a bed big enough to roll across. Only then does she turn to him, letting his hand go so she can slip her jacket off his shoulders and fling it away, arms spread to offer herself up for his perusal.]

What do I want? I was thinking I'd suck your dick to start, and we'd see where it goes from there.

[No point in being subtle. They both know what they're here for.]

[ Being so forward has never impressed him more, and the bluntness renders him almost mute in response, making him all more keen to the heat that crawls down his spine. The warmth is separate from the fireplace, and he recognizes it instantly as a hunger, far more excitable than he'd like to admit. The lack of small talk beforehand is a blessing in disguise because he might have stumbled over his dialog. Her open arms might as well have cast a spell on him. Like a magnet he moves towards her, unfastening the collar of his jacket and shrugging the outerwear off before he reaches her. ]

Not one to take things slow, are you. [ His words are murmured in a low, lulled tone as he lifts a hand to her hip, fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, wanting to feel skin. Depending on where they stand in the room, he'll either give a slight push or a pull towards the bed. ] Wasn't I the one invited to get you off?

[ Not that he'll complain to be the one to be stared off with, but. It's polite to return the offer. ]

[Oh, she likes that tone of his voice. He'll find no resistance as he tugs at her shirt, smooth skin and a lacy black bra underneath to tease him of more to come. She moves back with him as she's pushed towards the bed, her own fingers dancing down the fabric of his shirt towards where it meets his pants.]

Trust me, we'll get to that. But don't I have some inspecting to do first? Mr. Postman, sir.

[At the emphasis, she grabs his belt buckle to tug him in close enough to rub up against him just long enough to let him feel it, then abruptly twists them around and pushes him back down onto the bed.]

[ His hand had been greedily moving up her side beneath her shirt, brunching it up above her bra. What a visual all that lace is on her skin, but it can't compare to how smooth she feels beneath his palm.

But then he gives one undignified grunt as she presses her hand to him, caught between surprise and a very obvious throb of pleasure that causes him to jerk into her touch. The pressure upon him ends too quickly as she spin him to the bed. Caught by the plush mattress, he stares up at her, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, feeling heat chase after the blood that rushes towards his groin. An uncharacteristic, soft fluster dusting just the edges of his cheeks as he stares at her. Stares at her, from bottom top, hips to chest to lips to eyes. He doesn't know whether to breathe or to swallow in anticipation, but a sound like a soft choke ends up escaping him anyway when his hips shift upon the bed, causing him to strain against the budding tent of his pants. It's getting awfully tight...

But damn if he doesn't like the way she looks at him. ]

Yes, ma'am.

[ He's going to fumble with getting his belt undone for her. ]

[Oh, she's going to have fun with this one. His reactions are promising, and if there's one thing that makes her feel powerful - besides setting the world on fire - it's feeling another body respond to her own. She likes that control, the swell of pride and arousal that comes from coaxing another's pleasure from them, whether through look or feel or both. It's almost as good as her own. (Only just almost. She's still a greedy bitch at heart, and she likes that, too.)

She crawls onto the bed after him, her hands sliding up his legs as she moves between them, smile bright and eyes devious. If he hasn't gotten the belt undone by the time she reaches it, she'll nudge him away, palming her hand against the bulge once more to get a feel for his size and rile him up even more, and this time she leaves her hand longer, stroking through his pants. He's still talking, which means he's still coherent, and that won't do at all.]

What do you want, soldier?

[ Thoroughly distracted, Nyx struggles to prop himself up upon his elbows just as she crawls over him, unable to stop her advances (and not wanting to, either). She's a treat to watch and to meet her bright eyes, the deviousness within them guaranteeing the unexpected. Fuck, he thinks, and-- ] Fuck. [ --he answers as her hand begins to press and knead into where he's most sensitive.

He grunts again afterwards, then clenches his jaw shut to stop another sound from betraying the extent of his need. Her hands even aren't properly on him, yet the organ swells more below her touch as his hips rock up into her palm. That pressure is what he wants, and his neck strains with another repressed groan between clenched teeth.

What he wants is her hands on him, his hands on her, the need beginning to simmer not unlike his temper often does, impatient and wanting to release-- but not yet. He wants to feel her, he wants to feel someone's body close to his, and he wants to feel alive again. ]

[Her response is a soft giggle and a more emphatic grind, fingers curling under. It only lasts a few more seconds, just enough to be a tease before her free hand moves to part and drag down his trousers, the other easing off its pressure to instead slide into his underwear, wrapping around his girth and pulling him free at last. The grind of her hand against his pants had served another purpose besides teasing him: her normally-cool skin is warmer now, and growing heated as she strokes him up and down, eager to coax him to fullness, though it's clear that he's well on his way already. That, too, is a source of pride. Didn't take long at all- a long time between this time and last has done nothing to cause these particular skills to lax.]

"Fuck", huh. You could say I'm down for it.

[She slides further up his body, leaning in to ghost her breath onto his tip teasingly before dragging her tongue over the length of it. She'll start slow, repeating the motion a few times before at last she properly takes him into her mouth, still stroking generously along whatever length doesn't immediately fit inside. Her long ears are lifted, angled subtly in his direction to catch every noise and breath he makes while her eyes are focused below the belt.]

[ Free from the confines of his pants, Nyx is unable to help the sigh that comes with the relief of finally being unrestricted. Cool air greets the entirety of his length before he feels warmth return to it via the strong and tempting touch of her long fingers. His whole body tenses when her palm makes contact and slides down to his base, and a far coarser shudder follows after her tongue laps down sensitive, rugged skin and turgid veins. This first pass earns her a hot, quick pant as he forces himself to keep his eyes upon her instead of titling back his head, the tease of it not enough but just right to cause him to throb, setting his nerves alight with a irresistible want. Lust can be loud; it's a heartbeat that's pounding like thunder in his mind, and after a confined, powerful tremble against her touch, the final pass of her tongue causes him to begin to dribble with the clear wetness of pre-release.

She takes him in and he inhales and exhales with her ministrations, in through his nose, out through his mouth, unable to concentrate on anything but that and her. She looks like fire, she feels like it too, her body and lips only aiding to kindle his own from a meager candle to an inferno. Now he angles his head back to indulge, closing his eyes but still seeing and feeling her within his mind as he's overtaken by every part of him that she suckles and strokes in such a way he's not likely to forget. He gently rocks into her mouth, the motion careful and withdrawn, simulating what he really wishes to do, but holding back so as to not be forceful.

Nyx reaches for any part of her that he can, a hand that's near his thigh, perhaps, or maybe her shoulder, anything just to feel her more. Soon, those steady breaths from before turn more needy, wet with her name, his hips more strained, his thighs quivering when he happens to slip further in between her lips, wanting to prolong that pressure as he climbs and she lifts him along the way. His body tenses each time she retreats upward with her tongue, only to buckle forward as she suckles back down, gods, gods could he get any harder-- ]

H-...hey... Lup. I... [ Shit, what is coherency when someone is doing this to him? All he can think of is more. His voice is huskier, deep, and he struggles to keep his eyes open. His vision of her is already unfocused with heat and sweat. ] ....My turn. [ He croaks. ][ Because he ain't no spring chicken anymore. If he releases here, it might be a while until he gets it up again. ]

[She's attuned to the noises escaping his lips, the movement of his hips against her. She shifts with him, angling carefully with her free hand braced on his thigh, keeping track of his arching hips to prevent him from accidentally choking her. She works with experience, a century's worth of lovemaking with enough variance of partners that a human man is like going back to basics. That's not to say it isn't enjoyable, mind. There's something familiar and satisfying about the salt and sweat of a human erection against her tongue, of curling her lips and moving her head to allow for a tender, teasing sensation without accidentally giving him an unpleasant, toothy scrape. Every partner is a different challenge, and she loves the first time, the opportunity to navigate his tics and signals, to learn the meaning of one noise or another. The steady and hungry bob of her head is a mimicry of what she truly wants, her lower body arching down to press against him, eager to feel that same pressure between her own legs. She can wait, but oh, does she want it. She can feel herself responding to the sounds he's making, the way he gasps her name like he barely remembers it, how he subtly trembles under her hands. The length in her mouth is heavy and ready, and she's itching to have it move inside her.

At his call, she draws back; one last suck and a long, hungry drag up his length before she lifts her head, licking red lips and smiling like she'd just won some incredible victory. She sets her hands on his hips and scoots herself further up his body to straddle him, her thin skirt hardly concealing the heat of arousal coiling in her. Her touch wanders higher to play at his shirt, trying to tease it off of him.]

Giving orders now? Should I call you sir again?

[By the glint in her eyes, it's easy to recognize that she wouldn't object to him taking his turn at all.]

[ He's a panting mess by the time her lips leave him, and when she pulls herself up to rest her weight just upon his hips, a full body shudder overcomes him. Nyx grips her thighs tightly, clutching soft skin and powerful muscle, as if he could both keep her there and keep her from moving. Any tremble now is a match that catches fire, striking up his body and causing another wave of heat to slam into his mind, making him think only of more.

He indulges for a moment. Or two. Closing his eyes, allowing the tease of that bliss and what lies ahead to dance behind his lids, grip softening...

When he opens them, he looks at her with nothing but hunger. His hold on her tightens, and he'll rock once up against her as the only warning given before he flips her over, a tangle of legs and limbs and the soft thud of her back against the mattress. ]

Permission to dine. Ma'am.

[She laughs as he twists them around, body stretching out beneath him on display, her hair a bright halo of mixing colours around her head. That rocking motion he'd made was a delicious tease, only serving to entice her hunger further, heat bursting through her like a firebomb, leaving her cheeks flushed and eyes lidded. With him leaning over now, she spreads her legs to welcome him in, arching her own hips towards him.]

Permission granted, handsome. Show me what you've got.

[They're still wearing far too much clothing, but that can be taken care of soon enough.]

[ From the color to her hair to the richness of her laughter and smile, he's enchanted by the magic of her. As her hips press up towards his, he's left with only the perilous thought of what a damn shame it is that those clothes are still between them. He's dripping with need, throbbing and hungry despite the coolness that surrounds him now, causing him to shiver. The grind only reminds him of what heat he's missing, and he presses himself against her hips, bearing his weight down upon her to alleviate the merciless ache between his legs. ]

Clothes. [ He grunts, voice deeper than before, huskier as his hands roam up her stomach, bunching the cloth at its hem up to her breasts. ] Off. [ He doesn't care how they come off, only that he wants them to. He'll join her, but he'll be right back atop of her, because like hell if he's going to get right to eating her out. No. No. He's going to savor his trail down....

Beginning with his lips upon her neck, of course.

Nyx savors the taste of her there, trailing his lips along the angle of her neck to the middle of her collarbone, his hands roaming up her sides, running over her curves and grasping onto a breast as his mouth finds its way down her body. He gives more attention to any spot she responds: a ridge or muscle or nipple, with lips or tongue or teeth, suckling or pressing, following down her midline, shifting down her body.

At last he's able to part her knees with his hands, and he steals a glance at her with a quirk of his brow, a half-smile of his lips, taking in whatever expression he's managed to coax out of her before dipping his head between. This, he's going to enjoy, and he begins with just a quick flick of his tongue to try, then a longer, slower lap upwards to thoroughly taste... ]

[She doesn't need to be told twice about the clothes; her back lifts off the bed just long enough to drag her shirt and bra free, leaving her topless and on display for his enjoyment. She tilts her head to the side so he can access her neck, releasing a soft, encouraging sigh at the touch of his lips to sensitive skin. Meanwhile, her hands are working at his shirt, wrestling it up and away from him as he draws back from her to wander downwards. His mouth on her breast is divine, and her breath audibly picks up with a gasp, leg lifting to wind around his thigh, keeping him close as he crawls his way down her body while her back arches into him. Her now-free hands slide over his shoulders and back, weaving through his hair, exploring his body as he explores her own. Before long he's too far down to hold properly and she grips the sheets instead, propped up just enough by the pillow to watch him.

Gods, that look he wears does it for her though, she's already aching for it, so with that first drag of his tongue she moans, a rush of anticipating heat flooding her nethers. She's already wet and hungry for this, and his efforts only serve to lead her closer to the end she's been seeking since the concept of an open call-out originally came to mind. Her hips rock towards him, eyes clenching, slowly and achingly chasing that glorious high. She's managed on her own for so long, and longer still without a body to feel that electrical energy buzzing in her mind, a cloud of pleasure guiding her thoughts towards a more carnal instinct instead. She's ready to feel more, to feel him.

Like Nyx, she doesn't last very long. She's already so eager, thirsting for more, a pressure and depth that can't be reached with his tongue alone. She can feel his erection rub along her leg as he works, and when he gives an especially excellent grind of his tongue against her she groans louder and shifts her position just enough to add to the pressure on him in return, her skin pliant and heated against his hardness. Her fingers weave through strands of his hair and give them a light tug, eyes lidded, cheeks thoroughly flushed.]

Hey... you here for the entree, or what?

[Surely he's had enough of a taste.]

[ It's a good thing that she tugs at the hair upon his head to get his attention, because he could have remained between her legs for much, much longer just tasting and listening to her. Lifting up his chin, he looks up at her between the valley of her breasts, licking the smile upon his lips for show. The blush across her cheeks softens the pride he often hears in her tone to something more wanting and sentimental, and that's when he knows he's done good.

He can't help his grin or his boost to his pride. ] Onto the main course, huh?

[ He lifts himself up and over her, placing a palm just to the side of her waist, bringing his stomach down to hers, his hips pressing against hers in turn. Another throb rackets up his body, and he exhales with the added pressure, bracing himself to let the pleasure pass. With his other hand, he grips his base to position himself between her, the tip kissing the wetness of her entrance. Instinctually his hips move forward, wanting for more and being granted more with just the slightest aching inch further in. The heat he feels is something he could beg for, and his smile fades with the focus it takes to restrain himself. He lets out a soft curse as more of him slips inside, just enough that he can let go of his shaft. He's burning, slowly, every nerve set alight the more he sinks to her body. Nyx closes his eyes, unable to help the deep sound from the back of his throat-- a moan-- from escaping past his lips. Control, control, he really needs it right now, he needs to know how she'll take him; he's listening, waiting, and letting out another pant as he slows himself, cautioning himself from going to fast, being too hard.

It really has been too long.

The heat breaks into flame, and suddenly his hips snap forward. For a moment all he can feel, all he can see is white fire behind his eyelids. With another breathy exhale-- this time by her ear, because at some point during all this he's fallen to his elbows-- his mind clears; he's able to look at her, her eyes, that blush, the crown of her colorful hair, and he's able to draw himself back. Then forward, then back and forward again, again, again. Fuck, does it feel good, fuck, he's already building up momentum. He's moving faster, deeper into her, a hand moving down her sides to her hips, aiding in moving her to him for each buck and delaying grind. ]

Lup--

[ He....

Fuck. ]

[If he's looking for a boost to his pride, her reception to him ought to help. As he enters her she's moaning, her arms lifting to slide around him and pull him close, her breath and pulse quickening. It's slow, too slow, but she doesn't rush him, because she knows he's trying to be kind and she won't ever say no to that. Still, she wants more, more, feeling every inch of him with trembling, aching need- until his hips jerk forward and he sinks into her fully at last, causing her breath to catch and stutter, her eyes squeezing shut. There, there it is, and her body clenches around him, open and happily inviting him inside. She feels so full, like an itch at last being scratched. A soft laugh escapes her lips as he draws up and looks at her as if he's surprised by his own eagerness; she's surprised as well, but she tightens her arms and draws him in again to reassure him that yes, he's doing well, and yes, it's exactly what she wants. Fuck, indeed.

As he begins to thrust in earnest, she arches her back up to meet him, using her arms around him and his hand at her hip to find momentum and move with him, muscles pulsing firmly around his length to welcome him in every time. She murmurs soft nonsense-encouragements at his ear as they move together, guiding him to continue, to go faster, harder, to not stop, her voice sporadically straining to form coherent words and stumbling over them when he grinds in at just the right spot to make her see stars. Her leg lifts up to wrap around his hip, clenching tightly as if she might hold him there, and at some point she gives up on mumbling sweet nothings to instead pepper wet and breathy kisses along his bared neck, trailing up towards his jawline, his chin, and eventually - if she gets no indication that it's off-limits for such a casual fling - his mouth as well, passionate and hungry. They don't need words here, and he should feel it in her body, her mouth, the heat radiating from her: she loves this, and he's doing so fucking good, and she's mere moments away from that brilliant crescendo he promised her.]

[ He feels every shudder from her body, both against him and inside her in a way that has him stumble after some thrusts with choked grunts and quick breaths against her ear as he chases a pleasure only she could provide. She moans-- and that. That. The sound alone causes a pleasurable tremble to seize up his spine. He wants to hear it again, and he'll damn well try as he pulls back and thrusts into again, guided by pleasure, not wanting to lose himself just yet because he's still discovering everything about her. All the sounds he happens to coax out of her throat are something that will be ringing within his mind in the future; at present, they only serve to accent the fire he feels, which is quickly being stroked to an inferno. It's lust, and it's a damn good motivator to explore.

Gods, but he's been waiting for this. One hand moves over her hips to the small of her back, aiding in her arch and the angle at which he enters-- and he moans as she kisses along his neck at the same time. Abruptly, but wonderfully, the change upsets the rhythm, for the new angle makes it feel as if he's just reached deeper, her heat stroking along his, better than her lips, better than his hand, better than he's had before. Instinct causes him to continue, and there it is again, that same spike in pleasure, more than it had been before. So, he chases.

He's giving and she's pulling, he's sinking and she's rocking, he's rutting and breathy, and she's kissing him now, and his muscles ripple before being set off to buck more against her, deeper, faster. His tongue wrestles with hers, and the kiss is open with more breaths and pants, sloppy and lustful as he only thinks of more. The hand not upon her back moves to her front, sinking fingers into the soft flesh of a breast, fondling and teasing at a peak, wanting to just feel her, consume, and give as much as he's getting.

They're tangled limbs, now, and he's at the edge of his release, but he doesn't stop. No, not yet-- he doesn't want to. It's too damn good to stop listening to her moans and feeling her surrounding him. And--

He wants to experience hers first, he wants to guide her to it by touch or tongue or hips locking and releasing, capturing hers against his with stronger movements. ]

[It's always hit and miss, these random rolls in the hay with an unknown entity. Over the years she's learned to measure her expectations carefully, to recognize that sometimes it'll be mindblowing and others mediocre, and she's learned to make the best of each. She knows which ways to move and adjust to a lackluster or untalented partner in order to find her own pleasure. Nyx, however... Nyx can hold his own. He's got stamina and care, and a thirst to show off, all good qualities in a lover even in a casual fling. He's a good size and knows what to do with his hands, isn't just using her as a convenient hole to fill. She likes that quite a lot, actually.

And- oh fuck, there it is. She breaks contact with his lips long enough to cry out her pleasure when he pushes her over the edge and she crashes, and crashes hard. Her muscles flex and tighten around him, one leg joining the other around his waist and clutching together as if trying to keep him inside her for as long as possible while she rides out that glorious haze, the first orgasm that a man's drawn out of her in what, thirteen years? Fuck. Her mind goes blank, just drowning in that sweet rush of pleasure, breathless and loving it.

He'd promised, and he'd absolutely delivered. A self-satisfied smile crosses her lips, and to keep that sweet hazy sensation going, she rolls her hips against him, loosening her grip so he can move properly again. She's there- now she needs to drag him up with her.]

Come on, [she murmurs at his ear, soft and heated,] Get wrecked.

[ It won't take long for him to follow, but Nyx makes a point to attempt to draw out her climax with longer pumps inside her as if he could prolong her tight, undulating shudders around him, stimulating his body further. Her voice, the way she looks, the way in which she expresses her pleasure is all something he won't be forgetting. Magic-- he had thought of her once, and indeed this is just that: it makes him feel powerful and satisfied, and she's as beautiful as flames.

He groans alongside her ear, nearly collapsing to her as her legs make a vice about his back, feeling himself strain forward within her. As soon as she's finished and she speaks, he redoubles his efforts, placing his hands above both her shoulders upon the bed and-- without warning-- rams back up in speed, causing the bed to creak and groan loudly beneath the both of them.

Between the heat of their bodies and the slippery, addicting friction of their movements, it's an inferno that he cannot stop. His muscles ripple, stomach going taut, his chest and back streaking with sweat, as the repetition builds and builds and builds like a cannon charging against the target. His whole body surges forward, and finally he peaks to let loose. Nyx spills inside her with one powerful thrust, pressing his chest to her with a heaving, hot breath while pleasure takes over all of him, wiping his mind for a few blissful moments. He moves an arm beneath her waist, lifting her up for a few final savory, quivering pumps as the last of him streaks inside, each cough of essence another moment of numbing pleasure.

He's panting as he finishes, removing his arm from beneath the small of her back to brace himself against the mattress so as to not topple unceremoniously to her body. Slowly-- and with some awkward, jerky effort-- he does lower himself to her, forehead touching to hers, closing his eyes and... breathing. Over and over again. ]

Fuck.

[ Yeah, damn, he doesn't know what else to say right now. That was... great. ]

[Lup's initial response is a delighted giggle, her voice breathy and worn, obviously having been given a solid workout, through and through. She loves the rush of it, that extra heat in her body that stems from his, the lingering hardness between her legs, the pressure of his body laid out over her own. She feels alive in ways her body shouldn't normally be allowed, overheated and sweaty and so, so good.

Gods, but this was perfect. It was exactly what she'd needed.

She hums appreciatively as they breathe together in silence, her fingers running through his hair, brushing it back from his face. What a lovely visual he'd been, moving above her, his body taut and powerful. She appreciates his not just flopping down on top of her, and after a moment one hand wanders to rub over his back as well, soothing tense and trembling muscles. He'd done an awful lot of the work, after all; he deserves a little support, especially when he'd done so well. Her legs carefully extract their vicegrip around his waist, feet resting against the bed and thighs gently pinning him between them, patiently waiting for him to move whenever he's ready. She's in no rush, simply enjoying that lingering buzz of their combined release.

Moments after a random hook-up can be awkward and intimate just like the act of sex itself, but she's well-versed in this even if it's been a long time, so once she gets her breath back she murmurs,]

I'd call that... a stunning success, sir.

[He absolutely delivered as promised, and even better than she'd expected, besides.]

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