[In the last gasps of her orgasm, she finally lets his name slip.]
Hades...
[Her arms wrapped around him, she turns them sideways, forcing him to slip free from her while still keeping him close.]
Mm. Thank you, I feel better now.
[On a number of levels, though she also seems to have uncovered some new curiosities of hers that will have to sit for a later time. For the time being, though, a deliberate wash of something warm and pleased comes through the link, despite finding her own lack of anything to say awkward in the aftermath.]
Pull the blanket back up. You'll lose all that heat if you don't.
[There may be some point that the sound of his name doesn't affect him, but that day is not yet. It's a small, nostalgic sort of feeling that is quickly buried.
Though there is a flicker of annoyance at being told what to do, it wasn't enough to let himself become cold over it. So he just huffs, leaning up enough to grab the edges of the covers and drag them upward, pulling them up over the both of them. Settling back down, he re-wraps his arm around Irhya, burrowing against her.
It was hard to know what to say, though he also felt no particular need to say anything- so in the end, Emet-Selch doesn't bother. Irhya seemed content, he was both calm and tired. That was enough.]
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Hades...
[Her arms wrapped around him, she turns them sideways, forcing him to slip free from her while still keeping him close.]
Mm. Thank you, I feel better now.
[On a number of levels, though she also seems to have uncovered some new curiosities of hers that will have to sit for a later time. For the time being, though, a deliberate wash of something warm and pleased comes through the link, despite finding her own lack of anything to say awkward in the aftermath.]
Pull the blanket back up. You'll lose all that heat if you don't.
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Though there is a flicker of annoyance at being told what to do, it wasn't enough to let himself become cold over it. So he just huffs, leaning up enough to grab the edges of the covers and drag them upward, pulling them up over the both of them. Settling back down, he re-wraps his arm around Irhya, burrowing against her.
It was hard to know what to say, though he also felt no particular need to say anything- so in the end, Emet-Selch doesn't bother. Irhya seemed content, he was both calm and tired. That was enough.]