Nathaniel mostly ignored her sass, his afterglow was too strong to be dampened by her teasing. The netherworld god was visibly spent by their nether region contact, he still managed a broad smile at her comment about an inhaler. Because his mind was so far gone he didn’t even bother to respond.
Eva moved away; why? And started to ponder things Nate wished she wouldn’t. He finally eased his body into movement and slowly parted himself from the warm, comforting bed Eva had pounded lovingly rode him into. The amount of relaxation which coursed through his body was otherworldly, though he could already feel his passion for Zap rise again inside him. “There is certainly precedency,” Nate offered when she lightly fretted about something horrible happening. Vernal Asgard celebrations were rarely drama free.
Nate quietly and quite nudely walked up behind his lovely bride, his awkward form in direct contrast with her radiant beauty in the mirror. “Of course you are,” he answered after her confession. His hands moved to her shoulders and his lips moved to her exposed ear. “I’m found within you,” he countered as Eva’s love gave the wanderer purpose.
“That’s already true,” Nate confirmed after he moved from the mirror. Just from his letters, his parents already liked her more than Forge liked him. Could Nate blame the Cheyenne? No, no he couldn’t. “You don’t need to fret,” he assured her with every intention of distracting her. “This is a good outfit, yes?” He turned to face her once more, still naked but with his hand postioned as though he was wearing a lovely gown. “Maybe a hat?” he added with a smirk across his face.