Sage had let out a small grunt when Jora moved to pin him, blush darkening on his face. He didn't mind it...in fact he rather liked the vulnerability that came with it. He trusted her....and he was perfectly fine with her knowwing that. He was panting by then, of course, pressing up against her touch, desperate for it. Desperate for her. "I want you to cover up anything they've ever done to me," he breathed into her ear after a moment, slowly. Deliberatly. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her....and he'd let her do it. He wanted her to do it. The house could wait.

Sage felt his breath hitch in response to her comments, and ache building in his chest, until he felt like it would explode. He didn't need to say thanks verbally....she understood. She'd know how grateful he was for her. What she was doing. When he leaned in to kiss him again, he tilted his chin upwards to meet her, the burning passion from his chest fueling their connection. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. ..but this was better than anything he'd thought could happen, and more. He hoped she felt the same way. Hoped she didn't mind being in charge. It wasn't exactly the typical way couples did this.

Jora's eyes glinted with possessive hunger as Sage submitted to her touch, his lips parting eagerly under hers. She could taste the desperation in him, feel it thrumming through their entwined bodies like a live wire. It only fueled her own desire, stoking the flames of lust until they consumed them both.

Sage let Jora do as she pleased taking everything she gave him and giving her back just as much. He was more than happy to do so, to give her that pleasure he knew was consuming her just as it was taking over his own body. His whole body felt like it was on fire, every place she touched him tingling in a way that he'd never felt before but definitely liked.

By the time Jora has rolled off of him, the two of them thoroughly exhausted, he was dizzy with the fire that still lingered in his body. It was slowly cooling, of course, but he'd gone limp under her a while ago, eyes having nearly rolled back up on his head in pleasure. It was even better knowing he was giving her that same pleasure....that wild, wonderful feeling. He hadn't known it could be this good.

He sort of glanced over at her after a couple moments, still panting and honestly rather sweaty and gross, but grinning. "If I get this treatment Everytime I go wandering around looking for a paintbrush I'm not sure I'll be getting much decorating done," he noted with a breathless laugh, still just taking in what all had happened.

It was all good....better than good, really. It had been absolutely amazing. Definitely better than anything he'd done before. But he could tease a bit.

He moved to roll over so he was facing her, sort of propping himself up with his forearms, suddenly glad they'd managed to land on grass and not sand. Sand could've been an issue. That hadn't happened though, and he decided he'd much rather focus on the good that had just happened. That bond they'd forged, deeper than anything they'd allowed before. He'd trusted Jora with a lot...but that was by far the most vulnerable she'd seen him. Well...that was as vulnerable as he could get, really. And it was the same for her, despite her controlling the situation. They'd both enjoyed themselves though....a hell of a lot..

Sage have the girl a grin in response to her comment, a faint blush reforming on his face as he thought about doing that more often. He supposed now that they knew what it was like, and that they were both ok with it, it was bound to happen again, but it was nice to hear her say it. "I think I could deal with that," he mused after a moment or so, a grin lingering on his face.

At her little flirt though, he snorted lightly. "What do you need a paintbrush for when you've got something bigger," he asked, grin turning slightly mischievous as he spoke. She'd know what he was referring to. He leaned forward to peck her lips again lightly before rolling away and grabbing the clothes they'd chuckled around, tossing hers back at her with a hum.

"How about we get those plants up now," he mused, flashing her a grin as he tugged his boxers back on. "Preferably without you almost breaking yourself this time around, though I did quite like the outcome," he added, sliding his pants on and then moving further off to grab his shirt, which had been tossed a bit further away.

They'd had a lot of fun....but now they should probably get back to work getting the house ready to go. There was still a lot of work to do...and he didn't want the paint he was using to get dried out or anything before they could use it.