As much as Soren liked crazy sex that was all sweating and swearing and seeing how fast he could go or how much he could take, he also liked languid sex. The dreamy, contented kind that seemed to go on forever without really knowing when it started or stopped. He kissed Henn contentedly, dipping his head to kiss her neck a bit more before leaning back to prop himself up on one hand. The other ran over her stomach again, lightly using his fingernails.