[She scoffs at his response. She might feel insulted on other nights, but honestly, she's too worn out to care. Slumping down (on her back, because there's no sense in tempting him with blood), she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to take stock of herself.
Good god.
Everything aches. Everything aches, he's absolutely bruised her all over, her thighs, her cunt, her ass, his fingers and his mouth and the sheer repetition of his hips snapping forward and slamming into her. She's still dripping with arousal and come, sweat making her skin light up. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck, and she groans as she lets her legs stretch out, settling for the first time in god knows how long.
Ah . . . but perhaps some touches aren't so bad, she thinks, and turns towards him, pleased at his sweetness.]
[Jonathan's cock is still hard, but he's only a little sore, himself, and doesn't pay it much attention as he rises up. The benefits of an Ekon's physiology.]
It would, perhaps, be unwise for me to stay the whole night and day unless you have a place that sunlight will not reach. But I can stay a few more hours, if you'd like. There are still some of the finer points of your pill replication that I should like to examine.
[His mind turns back toward the original purpose of his coming here as he steps into the bathroom and dampens a washcloth to bring out to her. Jonathan leans over Rosalind and wipes her brow and cheeks before pressing it into her hand to go and fetch a bowl along with a cup for her to drink from.]
[But all right. That's probably easier, honestly; as much as she misses having a man in her bed, god knows they're not the best at getting along, and she'd hate to spoil things.
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:48 pm (UTC)From:Good god.
Everything aches. Everything aches, he's absolutely bruised her all over, her thighs, her cunt, her ass, his fingers and his mouth and the sheer repetition of his hips snapping forward and slamming into her. She's still dripping with arousal and come, sweat making her skin light up. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck, and she groans as she lets her legs stretch out, settling for the first time in god knows how long.
Ah . . . but perhaps some touches aren't so bad, she thinks, and turns towards him, pleased at his sweetness.]
Nn. Yes, please. And a washcloth.
[She opens her eyes a little, staring at him.]
Are you staying?
[She wouldn't mind.]
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:56 pm (UTC)From:It would, perhaps, be unwise for me to stay the whole night and day unless you have a place that sunlight will not reach. But I can stay a few more hours, if you'd like. There are still some of the finer points of your pill replication that I should like to examine.
[His mind turns back toward the original purpose of his coming here as he steps into the bathroom and dampens a washcloth to bring out to her. Jonathan leans over Rosalind and wipes her brow and cheeks before pressing it into her hand to go and fetch a bowl along with a cup for her to drink from.]
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Date: 2019-02-17 10:02 pm (UTC)From:[But all right. That's probably easier, honestly; as much as she misses having a man in her bed, god knows they're not the best at getting along, and she'd hate to spoil things.
This is enough. This is more than enough.]