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Sage couldn't help but chuckle in response to her first comment, humming softly in an amused tone. "I'm sure you do," he snickered, though as she continued, her movement cut off any words he might have thought to say. By then, he was focused solely on her, and their connection that only seemed to grow more they were together and interacted, this way or otherwise. He wasn't sure how long they were like that, but by the time she'd stopped moving, hed used up every last bit of energy he had...and no doubt she had too. He was dizzy with pleasure though, body achy but not necessarily in a bad way. He'd be sore for sure....but that was ok. He'd take it if it meant they could do this. |
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Jora collapsed against Sage's chest, her breaths heavy and labored as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her ear, a soothing rhythm that seemed to match the thudding in her own veins. "Mmm...that was incredible," she panted, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "I think I might be addicted to you." Her words were spoken softly, with a hint of playfulness despite the exhaustion etched on both their faces. |
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Sage let out a soft grunt when she just flopped onto of him, but wrapped his arms around her loosely, heavy breaths moving her up and down slightly. He hummed softly in response to her comment, agreeing completely with her. "I think I figured that out when you decided to go three rounds before breakfast," he breathed, really just teasing her a bit. He certainly didn't mind...it all really was incredible...but he did find it rather amusing all the same. Breakfast was long gone by then...and lunch was probably waving goodbye as well. But that was ok. They'd had a good time....and there was always dinner to eat once they woke up from a nice, restful nap. |
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Jora felt the warmth of Sage's body beneath her, a comforting weight that sent a thrill through her. He held her loosely, his strength palpable, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his teasing words that echoed in her mind. The energy they had shared before breakfast buzzed in the air between them, alive and electric. “Hey, can you blame me? You were just as into it,” she nudged him lightly, the playful banter sparking a grin on his lips. His soft hum resonated against her ear, sending delightful shivers coursing down her spine. Jora sighed, allowing herself to sink deeper, her head resting comfortably against his chest. She could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing — their bodies synchronized in a harmonious rise and fall. It was a soothing beat, a sweet distraction from the chaos that awaited them outside this moment they had carved out together. As thoughts flitted through her mind, she couldn't help but reflect on how the morning had slipped by. “Three rounds before breakfast... maybe we should make it a new tradition,” she quipped, a teasing glint lighting up her eyes as she stole a glance at his face. The slight smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips told her everything she needed to know; he would eagerly entertain any excuse to linger here a little longer. The seductive pull of a nap wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, especially with Sage solid and warm beneath her, promising comfort and contentment. She nestled closer, relishing the simplicity of this cocoon they had built together. Dinner would arrive soon enough, a tasty anticipation to look forward to, but for now, she was blissfully adrift in this stolen sanctuary, cherishing each heartbeat that echoed around them like a gentle promise of what tomorrow could bring. |
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Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, shaking his head slightly. "You're just lucky I'm into improptude things that make no sense," he noted lightly after a moment. His lips still held a mischievous smile, despite the exhaustion wearing down his body. "And I must say, you taste rather good," he added with a soft snicker, thinking back to their time together, a light blush still lingering on his face. Though, at her mention of making it tradition, he couldn't help but laugh. "If we can keep that up, our hips would be as big as our shoulders," he noted with amusement, peering down at her. "And at this rate you're gonna wind up pregnant," he reminded her ...they didn't really have any protection, so the chances of her coming to be with child were ....pretty high, if they kept at it like this. He would be fine with having a kid with her. He wanted nothing more than a family to love and care for, and that loved him just as much in return. But there was still a lot of unexplored territory on the island, and they didn't have a plan quite yet, as to how her going into labor would work. Or if something went wrong. That was a worry for another time though, since they were both quite drowsy by then. He felt her nestle in to his chest, and he moved to tug the blankets over them before curling in and slipping off himself. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
