It's a lovely gesture, and if she didn't feel quite so good, quite so relaxed, quite like she'd just been fucked slowly and well, she'd panic, because that one little display was a close to words as they'd been so far. The insitinct to get up, to leave, is palpiatable in the air around her, but she ignores it, chosing instead to close her eyes and lean into his warmth. The regret, the panic would wake her in a few hours, and she would leave then. Now she would enjoy the feeling of another body, any body, his body, in the bed next to her.
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It's a lovely gesture, and if she didn't feel quite so good, quite so relaxed, quite like she'd just been fucked slowly and well, she'd panic, because that one little display was a close to words as they'd been so far. The insitinct to get up, to leave, is palpiatable in the air around her, but she ignores it, chosing instead to close her eyes and lean into his warmth. The regret, the panic would wake her in a few hours, and she would leave then. Now she would enjoy the feeling of another body, any body, his body, in the bed next to her.