She exhaled as he relaxed into her, nuzzling closer as her skin hummed, alive. Her fingers ran softly along his nape, from his occipital bone to the back of his neck and up again, her elbow propping on her knee behind him.
But then he’s sitting up and she whines her protest – a pout that doesn’t last long given cast up at him when he sat up.
“Because sometimes, no matter how many people I’m around, I feel really alone.” She sighed. “And I’m still pretty burnt out from our little binge on Sunday.”
And, even though she couldn’t really say it, it was nice to be around another God who she could just do this with – getting stoned and playing tag and being silly – someone who was on equal footing, and got just as much of a kick out of it as she did.