"Was that what you were focusing on to keep from finishing first?" Fred tried to look up at the ceiling. It meant her body moved along his, a good bit of pressing and brushing. She didn't stay that way for long. She shrugged, snuggling back to him again, giggling.
"Or do you go for baseball statistics?" She wasn't teasing him. Not much. She was actually curious. "I recite pi." See? She would give the answer to her own question. "I like making things last. Especially if it feels good." She mmmmed softly on that last note.
"Unless it's tacos." She shrugged, her eyes closing as she relaxed, or tried to. "You were good, just in case you're wondering."