[She loses track of time, loses track of everything, just holding on to him. It's a rare thing these days. She's always running from one thing to the other, keeping herself busy so she doesn't have enough time to think so much. It's easier to push that away with his arms around her. Easier to just breathe for a little while.
She doesn't know how long it's been when she does shift, pulling away just so she can lean up and kiss him softly, offering a crooked smile.] Come on. We should clean up a little. [Not that she's going to let him out of her sight while she does that. Or at all, until he's gone, this version of him at least.]
[There’s a fair amount of grumbling when she pulls away but it would probably be good to clean up some. And it doesn’t seem like she’s pulling away completely, staying close, keeping a hand on him in someway. He falls into step behind her when she suggests it, his arms wrapping around her middle, his face still nuzzling into her neck, harder to walk but satisfies his urge to stay attached to her like a barnacle.]
How many orgasms can a person have before they pass out? Should we go for the record? [It’s mostly a joke but give him another hour and who knows.]
It's probably in one of my textbooks somewhere, if you feel like looking. [She's laughing a little, letting him cling on to her even as she leads him to the bathroom. The shower sounds like an exhausting amount of standing, but there's washcloths and towels on a little rack inside the door, and it doesn't take much to clean up enough to feel better. She's never quite out of reach, her hands careful and tender against him, taking care of him in a way she never really got to do before.
She should probably find more clothes, should encourage him to eat and call people to tell them he's okay, something useful like that -- instead she just kisses him soundly once she's done.]
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She doesn't know how long it's been when she does shift, pulling away just so she can lean up and kiss him softly, offering a crooked smile.] Come on. We should clean up a little. [Not that she's going to let him out of her sight while she does that. Or at all, until he's gone, this version of him at least.]
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How many orgasms can a person have before they pass out? Should we go for the record? [It’s mostly a joke but give him another hour and who knows.]
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She should probably find more clothes, should encourage him to eat and call people to tell them he's okay, something useful like that -- instead she just kisses him soundly once she's done.]