04-08-2023, 01:02 AM
Not entirely sure when, but at some point Jaxen gathered Zef against him so he could lay his head along her neck. Breaths surged quick, and the pulse of vodka and recs and painkillers swirled his blood hot. Every inch of him was sweaty, but her skin was no cooler. Lines marked both of them from pinches and scratches. Some taken farther than others, but he wore each like a proud badge. Though he hoped the ones on his face healed smoothly. But probably nothing some cream couldn’t fix.
She was similarly recovering. Her chest heaving up and down made for a rather moundful vantage point. One that the pad of his finger traced up and around and over just for the sport of enjoying the dampness that flushed her skin as weak as his.
"At the expense of expanding your ego. You are a god.” She said between breaths. From the side of her neck, he smiled proudly despite slapping back a retort of his own.
“A god! Don’t insult me,” he barked an amused laugh, then, despite exhaustion that turned every muscle to water, he shimmied over her one more time. Wrapped his forearms around the sides of her head. His weight pressed her into the mattress in probably the most traditional position he wasn't sure he ever actually put them into until then. Peering into her eyes, he smirked oh so mischievously with a follow up. “We both know I’m so much better than that,” his hips pumped weakly against hers, just for show, before collapsing at her side again.
He had to use the Ancient Power to find and retrieve a pillow. Like hell was he getting up to actually search some out himself. Once discovered, he even did her the favor of dropping a fat plump one on her face with a chuckle. Afterward, he pounded his own pillow into submission and shoved it beneath his face. He didn’t stray far, but laid out on his stomach, arms and legs skewed wide, he must have had that perfect butt in the moonlight shot.
To her question he mused, eyes already closed and head heavy. He thought vaguely of the sword for a moment, chuckling without so much as opening his eyes.
“Nope. Never done that before,” he replied and drifted almost instantly to sleep afterward.
She was similarly recovering. Her chest heaving up and down made for a rather moundful vantage point. One that the pad of his finger traced up and around and over just for the sport of enjoying the dampness that flushed her skin as weak as his.
"At the expense of expanding your ego. You are a god.” She said between breaths. From the side of her neck, he smiled proudly despite slapping back a retort of his own.
“A god! Don’t insult me,” he barked an amused laugh, then, despite exhaustion that turned every muscle to water, he shimmied over her one more time. Wrapped his forearms around the sides of her head. His weight pressed her into the mattress in probably the most traditional position he wasn't sure he ever actually put them into until then. Peering into her eyes, he smirked oh so mischievously with a follow up. “We both know I’m so much better than that,” his hips pumped weakly against hers, just for show, before collapsing at her side again.
He had to use the Ancient Power to find and retrieve a pillow. Like hell was he getting up to actually search some out himself. Once discovered, he even did her the favor of dropping a fat plump one on her face with a chuckle. Afterward, he pounded his own pillow into submission and shoved it beneath his face. He didn’t stray far, but laid out on his stomach, arms and legs skewed wide, he must have had that perfect butt in the moonlight shot.
To her question he mused, eyes already closed and head heavy. He thought vaguely of the sword for a moment, chuckling without so much as opening his eyes.
“Nope. Never done that before,” he replied and drifted almost instantly to sleep afterward.