Margaret Tudor (sassy_margaret) wrote in tudorcourt, |
She had reached her climax in unison with him and as she heavily breathed against him, she clung to him as if she had never wanted to let go. Her face was buried into the nape of his neck until with a final deep sigh she had composed herself and she leaned back against the paneling of the wall. "Will you?" She asked in reply, her hands greedily still holding to the material of his doublet.
Her legs still hugged his hips and though she would have loved a bath before curling up beside him for the evening -- she stayed poised against his body for a bit longer. Hoping to not awake from this dream.