( she'd fucked him and it had been really fucking good. for a few seconds, there's just the sound of their harsh panting filling the room. amos blinks a few times to clear his head and feels more than sees her starting to crumple down on top of him.
he waits until she's situated herself comfortably before he moves his own arms, tucking one underneath his pillow and dragging his fingertips up and down her back with the other.
her skin's hot underneath his touch and he's sure his feels just the same. he blows out a slow breath and then laughs low at her words. )
I win again. ( or maybe they both won this time. ) You can stay, you know.
Ha! [ she blurts out suddenly at his proclamation of a win, squinting deeply as she slightly tilts her head up to look at him. ] Considering I did a lot of the work here, I slammed you. Technically, in more ways than one.
[ never mind that he did help get her off first, but she's still going to count victory in her favor, despite the whole thing not actually having been a competition anymore after their initial round of sparring.
but maybe they did both win, in the afterglow satisfaction is anything to judge it all on, since, despite the exhaustion, she's feeling pretty damn good, especially as she stretches out across his body, his warmth radiating against her own, his trailing fingers soothing her at her back. ]
But yeah. [ she says more quietly, sighing as his heartbeat hums at her ear. ] Maybe I'll stay. [ not like she can move much anyway. ]
( amos scoffs, sounding almost playful about it but he doesn't try and refute her claims. she had done a lot of work and she'd definitely done a lot of slamming when it came to the both of them getting off. so, he was just going to laugh and stretch, giving her more space to be comfortable against. )
We'll call it a tie.
( he still won the spar but she'd definitely matched him when it came to the sex and he was secure enough to admit that. maybe not out loud but calling it a tie seemed like a good compromise.
he glances down, watching her settle against him. ) Maybe you'll stay. ( it sounds like a good idea to him. even if all they do is sleep, he wants her to stay. )
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( she'd fucked him and it had been really fucking good. for a few seconds, there's just the sound of their harsh panting filling the room. amos blinks a few times to clear his head and feels more than sees her starting to crumple down on top of him.
he waits until she's situated herself comfortably before he moves his own arms, tucking one underneath his pillow and dragging his fingertips up and down her back with the other.
her skin's hot underneath his touch and he's sure his feels just the same. he blows out a slow breath and then laughs low at her words. )
I win again. ( or maybe they both won this time. ) You can stay, you know.
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[ never mind that he did help get her off first, but she's still going to count victory in her favor, despite the whole thing not actually having been a competition anymore after their initial round of sparring.
but maybe they did both win, in the afterglow satisfaction is anything to judge it all on, since, despite the exhaustion, she's feeling pretty damn good, especially as she stretches out across his body, his warmth radiating against her own, his trailing fingers soothing her at her back. ]
But yeah. [ she says more quietly, sighing as his heartbeat hums at her ear. ] Maybe I'll stay. [ not like she can move much anyway. ]
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We'll call it a tie.
( he still won the spar but she'd definitely matched him when it came to the sex and he was secure enough to admit that. maybe not out loud but calling it a tie seemed like a good compromise.
he glances down, watching her settle against him. ) Maybe you'll stay. ( it sounds like a good idea to him. even if all they do is sleep, he wants her to stay. )