Needle in a Haystack

[Mikhail]

So people had kinds of different post-nut moods. Some just wanted to sleep, feeling all good and content and spent. Others got all talkative or jokey and wanted to go do something like clean or go out and eat. A few went quiet and became emotional, some even crying a bit- not from pain- but from the endorphins or whatever. Now, when there was a scene being played, yeah, there was some aftercare and soothing that had to be given because there was a definite emotional seesaw. But a Dom always made sure to have that stuff prepared ahead of time- had already talked to the Sub about what they would need.

Mik was totally in the sleep category. Maybe veg out to something in case it didn't happen right away. Definitely in the leave any clean up until later place. The fuck was wrong with people wanting to tidy up and put things away. How that didn't spoil the post game feels, he didn't know.

But different strokes, you know?

Rune was in the emotional place. Which he got. Definitely her first. Probably feeling all sorts of things at the moment. Which was fine. Not his job to tell people what to feel. She got up and headed to the bathroom. He just lay back on his couch naked, the room somewhat cool now against his skin. He was too lazy to put anything on, so left the cool.

He didn't drift off- not yet. He wouldn't do that until she had gotten situated. Probably needed to spend the night. She could have the couch or they could share his bed. Didn't matter to him.

When she came out, he opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them. "Sure, you can crash here." He forced himself up- well at least sat up and put his arms on his knees as he looked up at her. He nodded behind him with his head. "The couch here is pretty comfortable. I sleep on it all the time." He patted a chest next to the couch, opened the lid to show a pillow and a blanket. Another nod to down the hall. "Bedroom's fine too, if you don't mind sharing." He grinned. "I promise not to sleep hump you."

Then he forced himself to stand and looked down at her and then toward the rest of her clothes, thinking through the fog that forced itself on him. Yeah, he wanted to sleep. "Either one is fine. I can get you situated with the Nebesa Gate Casino in the morning. Put you in touch with my guy. Get you set up." He yawned. Yeah, bed, definitely. "Whatever else you need, too."

He was going to head on back, but for some reason stepped forward first and gave her a brief firm hug. "You'll be ok. You got this." A smile and then he headed down the hall to his room. The bed was soft and cool as he crawled in. A perverse thought came to him as he started to drift off. Hope she doesn't rob me. And then. Who cares.