[ before he pulls away completely, she cups his face in her hands and kisses him once more, firm but sweet. ]

You, too. [ her thumbs smooth gently over the rise of his cheekbones, fingers lightly framing his jawline. ] Anything at all, whatever you need. If it's something I can give you, I will.

[ it isn't until she lets her legs back down again that she registers the burn and ache, the dampness of sweat and slick and everything else. she longs for a bath, especially since she's seen the size of the tub in the adjoining bathroom—it could easily fit the two of them, she thinks. before she can think to ask him about it, he beats her to it, rolling onto her side closest to him. ]

I'd like that. [ she presses her face against his shoulder, hiding her smile there. ] If you haven't gotten sick of me yet.