[ Oh, that's a wonderful end to the little game they've played, and Mako's wrists and arms are sore as hell when he finally releases her. Basking in the post-coital glow, she slumps back against the pillows, shoving her discarded clothes aside. She's too warm and content for it, and she's nuzzling against him, rolling her shoulders to test it out before she lazes.
Think it'd be sensible to wheedle a massage out of him?
Beaming, she's nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder with a soft sigh; it was fun, testing the boundaries, exploring each other and going farther than they ever did. Mako loves these sessions, when she learns more about him, and opens up to him at the same time. It's wonderful to be at his mercy, and soon, soon she's ask if he wants to be on the receiving end, too. ]
Exceptionally tired. [ Mako hums. ] And sore. I need a massage.
YES omg we are just dorks that way
Think it'd be sensible to wheedle a massage out of him?
Beaming, she's nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder with a soft sigh; it was fun, testing the boundaries, exploring each other and going farther than they ever did. Mako loves these sessions, when she learns more about him, and opens up to him at the same time. It's wonderful to be at his mercy, and soon, soon she's ask if he wants to be on the receiving end, too. ]
Exceptionally tired. [ Mako hums. ] And sore. I need a massage.