[He is totally exhausted and spent, but he feels her weight at his back and -- he wants more. All he can really do is weakly reach behind him to place one large hand on her head. He is laying in a pool of his own fluids, but that isn't why he wants to turn over -- the stickiness on his stomach will wash away with a long shower.
He might be spent, but he can feel through the bond how she resists furthering her own arousal. Whether or not she wants him to know, he can feel how she aches for him, just as he aches for her.
One of them will cave, one day. Really cave, and cross the galaxy to return to the other.
He fights to find the energy to turn himself over so that they would be face to face. His intent is clear -- so long as the bond holds them, he will haunt her the same way she haunts him.]
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He might be spent, but he can feel through the bond how she resists furthering her own arousal. Whether or not she wants him to know, he can feel how she aches for him, just as he aches for her.
One of them will cave, one day. Really cave, and cross the galaxy to return to the other.
He fights to find the energy to turn himself over so that they would be face to face. His intent is clear -- so long as the bond holds them, he will haunt her the same way she haunts him.]